Diira raised her glass as Fable took 'his' and smiled as she listened to his explanation. Her eyebrows arched when she learned just to what extent Fable could change appearances. She smiled and took a sip of her fine wine as he touched her leg, not minding it at all. "Oh! I see." she said quietly, nodding in understanding at what had drawn him to her. She was satisfied, knowing that there was no misunderstanding of her role in the brothel.<br/><br/>She laughed when he mentioned having been arrested just for bowing. "That<em>is</em>odd..." She watched delightedly as he enjoyed his first taste of her drink.<br/><br/><em>"Will you tell me more of what a Dominatrix does exactly?"</em><br/><br/>She moved her wrist in a subtle, circular motion swirling the blue liquid in the process. It was not the first time someone had asked the question, of course, but seeing as he had almost described the approach so perfectly before she was a bit surprise when he was the one to pose it this time. A flirty bat of the eyes came then and she chuckled. "Well, the eloquent way to say it is that a 'dominatrix' removes the stress of control from her subject." She readjusted herself in her seat, unclasping the green cloak to fall behind her. "Many of my clients find it enjoyable and relaxing to be in a situation of pure surrender, allowing me to tease them and tantalize them to the both of our hearts' content." A serious look came across her face and she placed her glass upon the coffee table nearby. "Of course, as far as a 'service' goes, mine is purely in a non-sexual capacity. If someone is looking for merely sexual interaction, they would be best to seek out one of the usual brothel girls." The somber look melted away and she smiled warmly. "That isn't to say that I don't take anyone into my bed. Only if I do, the client must be willing and it would be<em>my</em>choice." Diira couldn't help but give him a playful wink then, allowing herself to become hopeful that he might be interested in just that.