Lysette smiled as she watched her husband enter the room smoothly, but very messy, she only allowed his lips to touch her cheek, if grease got on her new gown, she'd have to punish him later for it. "Afternoon, Love. I will bring your meal up shortly." She smiled into the kiss as he walked away. As the only male as a permanent member of the household, he heard of all the ladies' exploits, even partaking in some. But their love would only be held for one another, and each night, as long as they did not have a paying customer for the entire night, they would return to their room. No one else was allowed, sexually, into their room, it was the best way to keep their business lives and personal lives separate.<br/><br/>The house was large enough that they had their own pleasure rooms separate from their small wing on the opposite side of the house. And in turn, as lovers, partners, and husband and wife, they held no secrets, to keep jealousy from creeping up between them.<br/><br/>Even though they mainly catered to male clients, there was a very occasional female client that would step through the door. So as a Pleasure business owner, she needed a male to cater to that need, who better than her husband? He was clean, just as all the females were, so spread of disease was not the problem seeing as they only cater to the men who were acceptable.<br/><br/>Lysette sat in her chair, watching as their newest girl, Desiree, entered, "Good Afternoon Desiree, how are you feeling?" Her tone was pleasant, but she was worried about the girl, she had been disowned the prior night and lost her family, and she could relate to that in her own way. She also cared about each of the girls, and hoped to be someone they could confide in as time built a relationship between them, the house accepted each woman for their choices and respected them, sure there was some spats here and there, it was only normal, but they became like family.<br/><br/>The girls that had been there longer knew and understood this, and usually helped her with this. "Desiree, after our meal, could you come to my office?" Her brow quirked lightly, "I'd like to talk some. But for now please join us in our meal." She motioned and smiled to her before turning to Victoria.<br/><br/>"I heard Mr. Hertly didn't leave til late this morning." Mr. Hertly was a middle aged man who seldomly stopped in, but who had a particular liking for Victoria. "It was you that escorted him last night, correct?" She enjoyed hearing about the girls' nights, it was her way of checking that nothing was wrong, and she always was sure to never make the girls feel as if their jobs were demeaning, this was a lifestyle, one that she personally found nothing wrong with.<br/><br/>She had just finished her sentence when a familiar face entered through her door, "Oh, good afternoon JD," she listened to what he had to say, "Well, I'd only like to know what it is pertaining to, if you don't mind?" Her voice was calm as she stood and looked to him, "Please, let's step in the parlor." He knew the way but she led the way as she normally would, "I'm sorry, its just she's a new girl and seems frightened, I was going to speak with her as well."