Florence nodded her response to Nicholas, blue eyes alight with one of the many shades of playfulness that so readily brought the lady to life. She kept her hand in Nicholas', but gave a wry grin to his rapping on the door, "Oh, Nic, this is a house of ill repute.. You don't need to<em>knock</em>."<br/><br/>The words were so out of place coming from the lips of a lady looking so properly clothed and of such high station, but they sat at ease in the voice of Florence as the hand holding her parasol twisted the doorknob. She waited for Nicholas before entering though, her light blue eyes sweeping the chamber that was revealed to her and resting briefly on the forms of the individuals gathered in the grand entry way.<br/><br/>Her steps were graceful and light when they did proceed into the establishment, her blond curls hanging loosely on her shoulders and back. They bobbed ever so slightly from her motions, bringing a touch more life to her good-humored mood. The lady offered a very slight inclination of her head to the person nearest the entry. "Please go and fetch the Master of the House for myself and Mister Bureck," her voice was as light-hearted and happy as her movements and eyes when she made the polite request.