Lessard nodded, a slight hint of an approving smile upon his features as the clear click was made. "I will not remind you again, so ensure that you remember... I will not stop if you simply tell me to do so." Indeed, several of his clients seemed to enjoy shouting at him to stop even as they writhed beneath him. Personally, Lessard didn't understand the appeal; he found nothing wrong in simply enjoyingpain,much in the same way that he enjoyed giving it... To each their own, he assumed.<br/><br/>He didn't pay any attention to how othersoperated, whether it was in the Teahouse or other brothels; while he had a great deal of respect for Master Ryan, who ran the house so smoothly, he naturally liked to do things his own way and as he had maintained his place for no less than five years... He was certainly doing something right.<br/><br/>"Goo boy..." he cooed softly, a hand reaching upward to gently cup River's cheek,fingers running idly through silken hair. Though the gesture seemed gentle, almostloving, the whore maintained the air of one who was inspecting a prized animal;something certainly beneath him, and as he opened the door to his well furnished room, he stepped smoothly inside,his hand drawing slowly fromthe boy's cheek.<br/><br/>"You may enter. Close the door behind you..."