Of course the rational part of Anel's mind knew that it was impossible for the guards to be outside every door whenever there was a client involved, and as Ryan said; Gareth was a regular, someone trusted and known withing the brothel... No one thought he would do such a thing, especially with him almost certainly have been in the lead for the boy's virginity.<br/><br/>Still, that part of the blonde's mind was hardly in control and he felt a deep sense of betrayal from the Teahouse as a whole and wrapped his arms around his chest, hands clinging to opposite shoulders. "I don't care..." He said in a hollow tone, void of any real emotion as he shook his head. "I don't ever want to see him again... Do whatever you want to him besides that... I just... Don't want to see him... Or feel him..."<br/><br/>He shuddered, nails digging into the thin silk of the robe he had thrown on, closing his eyes and hanging his head. "Will... I be punished...? I was terrible in front of guests... And lost all the money from the bidders..." He looked up to the Master, his expression clearly showing the beginning of Anel's bouts of depression. "I... Could visit the bidders... Give them a free service to make up for the inconvenience...? They'd be able to... To fuck me now..." He laughed sadly.