Much like the Master of the House, Anel was having a pleasant start to the day.<br/><br/>Satisfied customers meant a fat wallet, and a secure place at the brothel, both of which in turn meant he lived a rather wonderful life in his opinion. As the day was young and thus, most customers either still busy with the other whores or as yet to arrive, he had placed his more casual attire upon his slender frame and waltzed gracefully down the long flight of stairs from the floor above to the ground.<br/><br/>A large, black baggy jumper hung loosely upon his upper half, the shoulders occasionally slipping down over soft and elegant shoulders and his lower half was barely covered with a pair of simple navy blue shorts that ghosted his upper thighs. Upon his feet he wore a simple pair of black fluffy slippers that skidded slightly over the fine carpet with each step he took and his long hair (as always hung loose in it's gentle waves down the small of his back.<br/><br/>"Mmm... Tea..." He chimed softly as he swung his hips to enter the common room, humming quietly to himself. he seemed to not notice the others in the room as he made a beeline for the tray upon which various drinks rested, picking up a rather large light pink cup in both hands with a heavy sigh, taking an experimental sip. "Ah... Great." He said with a firm nod, turning then to the main room, blinking slowly as he regarded Mr Valentine, a small and only slightly forced smile coming to his features as he tilted his head downward in a small show of respect.<br/><br/>"Oh, g;morning Master Valentine... I didn't notice you were here..." He mentally sighed; now it would be rude of him to simply leave and head back to his room as he nearly always did. Interruptions in his normal schedule... Still, Ryan was the boss and as such, Anel chose to remain and slid upon one of the numerous couches, stretching his body luxuriously over the soft fabric.<br/><br/>Not being one for forced conversation (or indeed, any conversation) Anel simply lapsed into silence, ankles crossing as they hung over the arm of the couch. perhaps it was bad form to be so relaxed in front of one's boss... But when had the boy ever shown manners that were genuine?