"You really should parlay it into being an artist while you are also working here at the Teahouse. I bet you can get a few of the whores to throw some money your way to draw a portrait of them or make smaller ones as tokens to give to out to their satisfied clients." Rubee presumed a few of the clients might want someone to remember the Teahouse by or to even have when the touch of a whore was long gone from their skin. She knew a few sailors came into the Teahouse whenever the boats docked and remembered five of them all figuring out how to get as many whores as possible with the little bit of money they had in their pockets. Regrettably, only two were able to have one whore to share between them while the others spent their money on alcohol to drink away their losses. Nonetheless, she saw the sailors coming back on a regular basis and if she looked at her ledger, it was only a few more weeks until more clients started to show up to engage once more in carnal pleasures.<br/><br/>At Cameron's words, Rubee looked down at herself knowing she had not tried to dress to attract clients. She had dressed for comfort and for professionalism. Rubee wondered just what Cameron was looking at for him to think her body was "fascinating" to him. "Yes, and I believe the two will be together in her room for a while. Since it looks as if the clients might start rolling in, why not keep me company here at the desk? You might even get a chance to see any new clients before the others since they seem to be in their own worlds." She wondered if Master Ryan would call on her to ask how the bidding was going for Anel. The messenger was utterly late with his reply and she was about to see to Master Ryan about the disappearance of the messenger. He would not be pleased if the bidders were waiting for a long time and grew angry over being told to wait more than necessary to find out if Anel would be given to them for his first time.