Fiona had of course seen others come to the Teahouse in similar temperaments and nerves to the young Lady Stanbury; it was not uncommon, but then really what was in a whore's line of work? They serviced people from every walk of life and every possible temperament and manners, so long as they had the ability to pay. Still something about the lady's nerves made her wonder what had sent someone so extremely shy to the brothel, usually the ones with nerves this bad were young males who's friends had egged them on to have his first whore. Watching Ryan was like watching a master of an art as he put the woman at ease and poured on the charm; he had been the same charismatic man who had brought her here. Still the redhead stayed silent during the conversation between the other two, her hands clasped neatly before her, her body language relaxed and yet regal.<br/><br/>Clever of the Master to use the fact that she was throughly educated to make her appeal more to a woman who had likely never even thought about having a woman in that manner before. This one would not relax for sex readily, though Fi found herself thinking it might help the woman more then she thought. Most women didn't realize the energy that came with the release of pleasure, the contentment, the way it soothed a soul.<br/><br/>Still when Lorraine gave the consent, speaking in that soft voice that she would like Fiona's company the whore let a smile curve her lips, ready and easy, her pale aquamarine eyes shimmering with warmth and welcome. She took a slight step closer, and then another, gliding in the violet silk gown that clung to her and yet was completely proper. One pale hand extended outward to the Lady Stanbury, better to put her at ease and let her enjoy herself before Ryan brought up the cost and other such details. Ryan had taught them all that, how to gauge when they should step in and when they should let him handle the business. Much more business and this little bird would flee from the Teahouse shocked with herself and with nothing outside of ruined nerves to show for it.<br/><br/>"It would be a pleasure to have your company for the afternoon my Lady. Would you like to have a tea perhaps?" When Fiona spoke it was not what one thought to hear from a whore, delicate tones that alluded to the very best sort of education one could have. Her attention turned to the Master of the House then and she inclined her head to him in respect of his authority, curtsying in this dress was just plain impractical.<br/><br/>"With your leave Master Ryan of course."