What sure looks like an ordinary male human Earthling tentatively advances into the office.  "Hi...  Are you Ms. Sterling?"

"Yes, I'm Ramona. Do you have an appointment? I don't seem to have you in my calendar."

"Yeah, I'm not... actually sure how safe I am to talk about things on calls where maybe the NSA intercepts everything, or even Signal... if that all sounds to you like I'm crazy then I'm in the wrong place and I should just leave."

"You're not in the wrong place. I'm pretty used to people sounding like they're crazy. We can decide later if you really are crazy, but for now let's just assume you're not. What can I do for you?"

"Okay but like specifically there's an alien living in my house and... there's an online rumor that for you that's Tuesday."

"Oh gosh. It sounds like you're not quite sure what to do about that. I'm not either, not yet, but you haven't scared me away yet. I might be able to help."

She opens the door wider and gestures at the couch inside her office.

"I have about half an hour before my next appointment. Why don't you come in and tell me more?"

"Okay but like are you actually experienced in that area."  He hasn't advanced further into the office yet.

Ramona laughs.

"Yes. It's just, there's aliens and then there's... aliens. I don't want to give you false confidence by claiming I can definitely help before I've heard more about your situation."

She looks at him for a moment.

"Let's just say, thinking back on the last few months, I've worked with between three and five cases vaguely matching what you've told me so far."

"Great.  Great.  Okay."  He enters her office.

Followed by an alien doing a pretty good job of passing as human; even somebody aware of the Masquerade might take her for a cosplayer at a first glance, though not a second one.

Ramona maintains a carefully composed face, betraying nothing.

"I am Zephyria, third Princess of Nebulon.  This ignorant slut -"

"We're trying to have a relationship yes I know this is maybe not incredibly smart but apparently we're doing that anyways."

"I see. Many relationships start from that premise."

Ramona clears her throat.

"What's going on that you need help with?"

"He wants to take another wife."

"Her species only goes into heat every seven Earth months."

"I think I might understand the basic difficulty. Are you saying you have a sexual desire discrepancy? Meaning that one of you..."

Ramona nods at Zephyria.

"...wants to have sex less often than the other one."

Ramona nods at the man.

"Is that about right?"

"I mean there is not a desire discrepancy (in that direction) while she is in heat, which she was when she first got here, and -"

"There is a status discrepancy.  A pride discrepancy.  I am the third fucking Princess of Nebulon."

Ramona controls the corners of her mouth with concentrated effort. She takes a breath.

"All right. So in addition to sexual desire discrepancy... some of the time... there is also what we think of on Earth as a class difference. How does that affect your relationship?"

"I have lowered myself immensely, but I draw the line at -"

"She's got a bunch of weird sticks up her ass but I'm willing to compromise on everything except only having sex for a week every seven months.  Even if it's an entire week."

"Princess Zephyria... is that how I should address you? I think I want you to finish that sentence. You draw the line at...?"

"At being this man's [BIP]* haremette!  I don't have a [BIP] harem!"

(*)  A vocal translator's standard the-term-which-follows-has-not-been-translated-well BIP, denoting that 'haremette' and 'harem' are being used to translate Nebulonian terms not well matching the chosen English equivalents.

"It feels beneath you to be just one of his partners, particularly given your obvious prominence and dignity?"

"I haven't worked with Nebulonian royalty before. Can you tell me, is it common for Nebulonians of your class to take a harem? Can anyone do it, or are there implicit or explicit rules about who may take multiple consorts?"