Lorraine could guess at the cause of the broadening of her host's smile, but she didn't for two reasons. She felt certain that she would have been amused with her own actions and appearances in his position and... the sound of fabric drew Lorraine's pale brown eyes to Fiona again. The young woman had stepped forward, one step, then another. Grace was certainly a presence in her movements, no real surprise to the lady. She met the other's eyes, beautiful and warm. They both took Lorraine slightly aback and comforted her. She smiled in turn as a pale hand extended out to her, "It would be a pleasure to have your company for the afternoon my Lady. Would you like to have a tea perhaps?" Her voice caught Lorraine by surprise as well, and she could not help herself from smiling a touch more broadly. She did not answer immediately, however, for Fiona addressed the Master next saying, "With your leave Master Ryan of course."<br/><br/><em>'Oh.. That does make sense..'</em>Lorraine found herself thinking, her gentle gaze turning back to Master Valentine.<em>'In such a venture as this I suppose there might well usually be much more talk before commitment is made to an agreement.'</em>Her mind turned fleetingly again to how foolish these actions might be perceived. How damaging if it were discovered she had visited a brothel. The scandal of it brought a darker red into her cheeks and her eyes turned toward the floor even though she did not let her face turn with them.<br/><br/>Master Valentine gave a nod to Fiona before speaking, "Of course, Fiona." There was a pause as she felt his gaze fall on her again and she made her own meet his, a smile coming over her lips, "Have a wonderful time, Lady Stanbury. I trust it shall be and shall meet you again in my office to tend to any material matters afterwards.."<em>'Money.'</em><br/><br/>"Of course, Master Valentine, and thank you," Lorraine's eyes fell closed as she inclined her head to Master Valentine, her ascent to meeting him afterward, and by the time she opened them again he was observing a polite sort of indulgence in interests not related to either women. A good practice. Lorraine drew a slow breath as she looked back to Fiona's extended hand. Her own hand, wrapped in rich green and black fabric, lighted on the other woman's as she rose from her chair. She realized just how warm she had been feeling as her bustled skirt fell into natural folds about her legs and offered a slight bit of circulation from the fabric's movement.<em>'And no wonder with circumstances to which I'm so unaccustomed.'</em>She inclined her head slightly to Fiona, cheeks still a healthy shade of red from the details of the whole arrangement, in signal that she was ready to follow the other woman.