<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://questionablefuture.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/lucy-liu.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon, closer to evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Den of Eastern Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mr. Lee<br/><hr/><br/>A look that lacked comprehension greeted the foreign words spoken by a woman that did not look so foreign.  Dark eyes stared almost through Li-Li as if she were attempting to study some great puzzle or piece together a riddle that had eluded her so far.  Eyebrows drew together in a display of thoughtful consideration before she turned to look at the closed back door once more.  Silence descended on the woman for a second or so before turning back once more to the Western dressed woman.  The lack of comprehension was gone.  Instead she now wore a simple smile that seemed more polite than sincere as if she felt some strange desire to impress Li-Li.<br/><br/>“Not for sale.”  A small hand touched the chest of Jia Li as if to indicate herself.  “Mr. Lee no talk if not for sale.  He come, you talk for sale.”  There was a stiff nod as if her words carried some sort of wisdom that was passed onto Li-Li from a source beyond.  A serious expression crossed her face while she waited for Mr. Lee to open the door.<br/><br/>When the moment finally arrived she gave Li-Li a more sincere smile.  A gesture of her hand indicated Mr. Lee before turning over the clothing and collection of receipts.  Words fell from her lips in rapid succession as her familiar Cantonese came forward.<br/><br/><em>“She wants to talk to you about being a whore.  She said about wanting to come in the back.”</em><br/><br/>A small bow was given to the figure in the door before another was given to the lady dressed in western clothing.  “I help you sale.  You good now.”<br/>