Slowly, Lessard extended a slender hand to the golden doorknob and turned, stepping smoothly into the room with a perfected and even stride. He leftthe door open for his client, expecting it to be properly shut as he had previously instructed. As he entered his rather dark, yet exceptionally well-furnished room, he did not speak to River for several moments; instead busying himself with carefully lighting the eight candles that stood, tall and dignified upon the bedside table. Once that was done and the room cast in bright yet somehow ominous flickering light, the bespectacled man turned to River with a small nod.<br/><br/>"Disroe fully and stand before the chair." he said, his tone somewhat different to the elegant and poised voice he used outside. Inside his chambers, his demeanour turned more harsh and strict; leaving no room for argument as those steely blue eyes narrowed into fine slits, a glimmer of preemptive pleasure flickering across them for a brief moment. His lips where held in a perfect line, not allowing even the smallest hint of a smile slip through his role...<br/><br/>In this room, smiles had to be earned.<br/><br/>He moved to the chair slowly and sat, reaching for small glass of wine that had been abandoned in his hurry to leave for the main hall; plucking it from the set of drawers and pressing it to his lips, swallowing down the dark red liquid slowly. All the while his rather mezmerising eyes remained fixed upon River, slender legs crossing in a neat and proper fashion as he lightly swirled the glass in his hand, the other lifting to rest upon the arm of the chair.<br/><br/>It was the position of a man who was to inspect some valuable property for marks of abrasions; certainly not what one one would expect from a whore servicing a client.