Rubee waited a few minutes as she watched the group head towards Master Ryan's room. She wondered if someone might have sprayed the room with a bit of bottled cologne or perfume considering she noticed the smell of sex on the air.<em>Would Master Ryan just say to 'hell with it' and let the clients smell the sex and the sweat which obviously came from two or more bodies undulating against one another for their carnal release?</em>, Rubee thought though it was none of her business knowing it was now time to think of taking over the accounting books. She had yet to see Frederick but perhaps the man wanted to make his grand entrance later in the afternoon. Rubee frowned when she saw a messenger come around to leave a note for Anel's bidding. "Hmm, it seems the other bidder wants to triple his bid and even throw in more money to close out the bid now," she muttered beneath her breath, not knowing what Master Ryan would have to say.<br/><br/>Seeing a passing servant, Rubee crooked her finger for the individual to head towards her. "Here, give this to Master Ryan but I suggest you knock three times, announce the business and then move away from the door. He is in the office talking with clients so try not to peek inside if you are one for learning about the gossip around here," she warned, handing the messenger's note over to the servant. With a nod and a click of her heels, the servant went on her merry way and Rubee looked at the time. Enough time had passed to be able to call out the whores without the clients hearing her screaming at the top of her lungs. Rubee snatched up the booking list along with the book which accompanied the names and times available or closed off to any incoming clients.<br/><br/>Walking around to the front of the desk, Rubee leaned against it as she cleared her throat and started down the list of whores, "Adonija also called by 'Adi' to the ground floor and take line! Annabelle Lee to the ground floor and take line! Cameron to the ground floor and take line!" Rubee stopped to accept a glass of water from another passing servant who somehow knew she would need a cool drink of water to keep her voice from breaking. "Thank you," she whispered before clearing her throat once more and screaming, "Fiona to the ground floor and take line! Hayden to the ground floor and take line! Lessard Tabris to the ground floor and take line! Last but not least, Zara to the ground floor and take line!" In a few more minutes, Rubee would call those who were not down to the ground floor but this time she might throw in a few more colorful words to get each of the whores to the ground floor and put themselves in line for the clients.