Yasdiira raised a pale, thin eyebrow as Fable diligently followed her suggestion. 'His' current "boy next door" looks went along well with being so well behaved so she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. If he continued down the path of good behavior - at least for a little while - she'd be able to take it real slow and find out so many things that made the boy tick. She smiled, delighted at the prospects, and rose to follow him to the oaken portal.<br/><br/>The door was impressive; easily standing over eight feet tall - a height well accommodated by the old-fashioned southern architecture that Velvet's place had to boast of. Diira gracefully raised a hand and began deftly undoing the many locks and latches that kept her room hidden from the bulk of Velvet's clientele. She smiled and looked at Fable with hungry eyes as she did so, not even bothering to give the bolts a look as if undoing them was easy as running fingers through her hair. The last bolt clacked loudly, echoing throughout the cozy sitting room they'd just been conversing in and Diira kept a hand on the door as she went on in a serious tone.<strong>"I want you to know... that the walls of this room will emit no sound to the rest of the building. I have it this way so that my guests can be as... expressive... as they desire and are not bothered by the other clients as well."</strong>She pushed the door and it swung slowly inward, revealing a darkened room within.<strong>"If the idea of such seclusion bothers you, there is still time to change your mind, of course. But if not..."</strong>she punctuated the last words by taking a few quick steps into the chamber, pulling up a dark iron candelabra, she snapped her fingers and the five wax pillars flared into life.<strong>"Then step into my Parlour..."</strong>She winked at the obvious joke, a play on her race and an old nursery rhyme. A grin split her lips as she bent and held out a hand in welcome to Fable's arrival.<br/><br/>The sitting room's light aided the few flames she carried in order to dimly expose the interior of the windowless space. The furniture was Gothic in motif and made of either hard, sturdy wood or wrought iron and the walls were covered in thick burgundy velvety curtains. Other than the change of aesthetics the room looked far more harmless and tame than someone might expect. There was a table that displayed a smattering of culinary delights, with a high-backed chair sitting on either end. On the far side of the room, a daybed could be seen just barely out of the gloom and there was a very tall wardrobe to one side. Diira slinked her way to the middle of the room and waited to see Fable's reaction, hoping to ascertain more about what he desired and enjoyed.