<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Time Skip.</span><br/><em>This thread has been moved through time. All activities beyond this notification will take place in the evening of day one, instead of the afternoon.</em><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Teahouseicon.png)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zara was sitting down in front of her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection as she very slowly moved the make-up brush along her neck, allowing the soft black prickles of the brush tease over the bruise. She was still mad at her last John for bruising her flesh, but she wasn't <em>too</em> mad. His parting gift had brought her to the throes of orgasm again and again that once she was done, all Zara could do was sleep. So she dozed for the remainder of the afternoon, catching up on her sleep and allowing her mind to travel to a time and place she had no business dreaming of. But it was alright, within her dreams she was whoever she wanted to be, and she was with whoever she wanted to be with. That was her favorite part.<br/><br/>At least, it was until she woke up and reality mocked her stupidity. <em>Really, Zara...who would want you.</em><br/><br/>Expressive eyes looked at herself in the mirror, and she felt a cruel little smile curve her lips. She knew who wanted her. Little bits and pieces of the conversation she had enjoyed with Fiona earlier came to surface, but one thought of the idiot little chit and Zara pushed the thought aside. Fiona was naive and it made Zara laugh; who would have thought. A naive whore. She ran the brush along her cheekbones before she set it down on the table, pleased by her appearance. While she hadn't completely hidden the bruise, it looked a little bit more faded and less prominent on her skin. She was curious if he had left her any kind of tip. She really could do with another new set of corsets.<br/><br/>Zara rose from the vanity seat and took a few steps back to look at her outfit for the night. When she had picked out the red corset (http://www.corsetopsonline.net/pic/Sexy-Hot-Red-Corset-Dress--With-Black-Lac-470.jpg), she had fallen in love with the bright redness of the material and the black lace accent. She smoothed her hand down the material, shivering as she felt the corset hug her skin tightly, her body still aching and bruised from her wild round this afternoon. Critical eyes ran down to the black stockings that came up to her thighs and after slipping on a pair of black heels, she was ready for the night. Her black hair laid along one shoulder in curls, exposing the bruise for anyone to see.<br/><br/>She had no shame; she had been used and felt like everyone should see that she had been.<br/><br/>Making one small turn, she made her way out of her bedroom, the piano calling to her.<br/><br/><em>To the Ground Floor. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg5144487#msg5144487)</em></span>