<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Greymore Carriage<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lord Archibald Greymore<br/><strong>When:</strong>1 P.M.<br/><strong>What: </strong>Leaving<br/><br/><hr/>Ella had learned early about dangerous men. Her alarm bells were very much going off now around Lord Greymore. So she was feeling much more cautious as she spoke to this new slightly more frightening, to her at any rate, Lord Greymore. "Oh yes, the job is a joy," she told him. "Idle hands and all that you know, there's plenty to keep my hands busy." She smiled, thought the smile didn't reach her nervous eyes. "I'm sorry that your lady didn't work out."<br/><br/>She was just considering how to answer his "I ask you why" question, when  he moved the subject to her corset and Ella couldn't suppress a giggle. "Only with myself your lordship," she told him brightly. "I think it's to attract the eye, kind of like the peacock uses bright feather to attract a mate." She paused momentarily. "I haven't actually seen a peacock mind you. Isn't there a kind of bird that blows up its chest. Wouldn't that be kind of like stuffing a corset?" She glanced down at his Lordship's crotch and blushes quickly looking away. She had once serviced a man who stuffed his tightly fitted britches to look bigger, but she didn't think that would be an appropriate fact to share.