"Cameron?"<br/><br/>The Colonel made the polite show of inspecting the presented whore carefully, showing no sign of either interest or disinterest. His hostess had made the fair effort of displaying this particular one to him but alas, Cameron was not to his tastes. Muttering a word of thanks under his breath to the servant who brought his scotch, he quaffed its contents whole and appeared to be considering the body and subtleties of his scotch more than the whore himself.<br/><br/>"A most interesting specimen, Rubee, but alas he is not what I am looking for."<br/><br/>Placing the now-emptied glass to the side, with the manner of his eyes also carefully studying the curves on Rubee's person it may seem that he was more interested in his hostess than Cameron, but he'd proceed with his goal of the day.<br/><br/>"In fact, your delightful establishment came highly recommended by my peers because of one particular lady by the name of 'Zara'. Is she available at this time?"