<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Not everyone in the Teahouse was having a good morning.<br/><br/>The sudden slam of Zara's (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98038.msg4257703#msg4257703) door signaled that the girl was not only awake...she was in one of her moods. The flighty whore was an enigma to even herself sometimes; it could be sunny and beautiful outside and she would be in the worst of moods. Just the same, it could be pouring rain outside and she could be chipper and whistling a tune. She truly was a slave to her emotions. Only two things made her happy: Clients. And...a certain someone.<br/><br/>"All I wanted was for my pink corset to be ready!" She fumed in a throaty voice, storming down the hallway, her black hair cascading along her exposed back. "It's the newest one and Monsieur Louis promised it would be ready by today!" Her hazel eyes snapped as she turned her head to look at the servant who was following her with a pained expression on her face. "You need to call him! Tell him I want the pink corset by TODAY!" She clenched her hands into fists, her chest rising and falling as she glared daggers at the servant, "NO EXCUSES!"<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement in the common room and when she turned, her eyes flickered in confusion before she tilted her head slightly. Oh. She had an audience. Running her tongue along her lower lip, Zara suddenly lowered her eyes as she looked at Master Ryan and said in a soft tone, "Hello, Master Ryan." A shy smile danced across her lips before she quickly pursed them, as if not wanting anyone to know what she was thinking. "I..." Her eyes looked unfocused for a bit, as if she had lost her train of thought before she gave her head a slight shake, "I think I'm going to--"<br/><br/>Without finishing her sentence, Zara turned and made her way towards the room that housed the piano, her peach dress swaying as she quickly made her way towards the instrument. She did not even bother to acknowledge Anel, who was in the same room as the Master of the house. There was a sudden purpose in her eyes, knowing that playing the piano would help express her emotions. Her fingertips gently graced the smooth surface before she sat down and closed her eyes, absorbing herself quickly in the countless songs she knew by heart.<br/><br/>It would be wise to be on her best behavior. She truly hated upsetting Master Ryan.</span>