<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A flash crossed over her eyes at his words before Zara masked it. In the incorrect place? No one <em>incorrectly</em> went to the Teahouse. That was preposterous and confusing as hell. Still, he was a client and who was she to tell him he was fucking nuts. She almost rolled her eyes, <em>Seriously...intelligence lowering by the second.</em><br/><br/>Keeping her smile firmly in place, Zara responded smoothly yet a bit blunt, "Well if you came for Tea then yes...you are in the incorrect place." She waited a heartbeat before she continued, "If you came to purchase a whore, then you're in the right place." She looked over at Jayme and then looked back at the client and arched an eyebrow slightly, "What's your pleasure, sir? The Master is a bit..." She thought about Atticus and Ryan and tightened her hold on the bottled of brandy, "...occupied but I can assist in making sure you have whichever whore you'd like."<br/><br/>With a polite bow, she walked over to the bar cabinet and slipped the brandy back in its spot. No one would have missed it...except for the few shots missing from it. Her slightly tipsiness was just about gone...now she was left bored again. She caught sight of Adonijah, another new whore and almost groaned out loud. Was she the Mother Hen now!?<br/><br/>Zara was really starting to think she should have just waited to start her day when the pink corset had arrived. She was certain it would have made a WORLD of difference to the outcome of the day.</span>