Fynn wasn't surprised when Emmett gripped her hair.  She gave a small wince but she didn't put up any sort of fight.  She didn't move her hands from behind her back.  She sometimes wished Emmett wasn't so rough with her.  That he seen her value not as a whore but as a woman.   Even though she was a pack whore.  She still kept her appearance tidy and she still held on to her hopes and dreams.  That was one thing Emmett would not take away from her.  He couldn't after all. But still she couldn't help but wish she could gain respect as a woman.  That was likely not going to happen.<br/><br/>Even when Emmett pushed her towards the young man she was graceful and caught herself so she didn't trip.  When he caught her she smiled at him in a way that was only Fynn.  She heard Emmett and she knew what was expected of her.  It didn't mean she had to like it after all.  But when Ian took her hand she squeezed his hand gently reassuring him.  It was in her nature after all. She was sweet and caring.  She one day hoped to find a mate that would value her sweetness.  Fynn looked around when she seen where they were before she started leading Ian to one of the private rooms.  She had the smell of vanilla on her.  Vanilla blossom shampoo. She used it every time she showered and she had vanilla body wash too.  She liked to pamper herself after all.<br/><br/>Emmett may have seen them as oddities but Fynn seen them as her being who she was.  Fynn led Ian to one of the private rooms opening the door for him as she tilted her head.  She was soft spoken after all but she had an attitude.  She could get sarcastic if she needed to. She never did that with a customer though.  Usually the other omegas that wanted to bully her she'd get snappy with.<br/><br/>"You're new here aren't you? I won't bite.  Well unless you want me to.  I am yours for the night and I can do anything you like.....sir." Fynn said gently as that was what he referred for her to call him.  She sat down on the bed in the room pulling Ian next to her to sit as she took his hand trailing her fingertips over the palm of his hand in a comforting gesture.<br/><br/>"My name is Fynn.  I'm sure you already heard that though.....you look tense.....This goes by much easier if you're relaxed...." Fynn suggested softly.