Rubee glanced up from her log book knowing anyone and anything could walk through the door wanting a few rolls in the hay. For her, she needed to make sure there were whores to go around and someone to spend their last dollar for a kiss of their lips. She wondered if any of the whores made emotionally investments in the regular John's or if they made sure to keep a quiet distance all the while giving their bodies to the paying customers. Too many questions on her mind but right now she needed to know if the man waiting for a whore had the money to spend such time in the establishment. Rubee could see the man came from wealth unless he managed to pick up a grand costume from the shop around the corner. She was tempted a few times to buy herself a pea coat and walk around like the Duchess of York but knew better than to use her money on frivolous items. For one, she needed to pay her way and keep herself from dying of hunger.<br/><br/>Right now, she wondered what kind of carnal hunger this new gentleman wanted in the Teahouse. Would he want a red head with spitfire? Or a demure brunette with dark skin? Perhaps even a young lad who looked ready to break beneath his strong hands. Rubee pondered such things as she nodded to a servant to bring the man a cup of tea and a tumbler of whiskey. He would get to choose his drink but Rubee leaned towards something more burning of the heart. It reminded her too much of her Santiago and his drinking habits. However, if a client could drink, it would aid more in opening up his wallet to spend as much as he could here at the Teahouse. More money to the Master and more money to take with her back to her room here in the Teahouse. She might even be tempted to buy the pea coat after all. "Welcome to the Teahouse. My name is Rubee and what can we do here at the Teahouse to make you feel welcomed?," she asked, wondering if anyone else would appear through the door, like the messenger for example.