When the Lady did finally sing, adopting a more proper position to sing with ease Fiona was nearly dumbfounded with the beauty of that rich, sweet voice that filled her up. She had heard of singers like Lorraine before, ones that could reach inside one and pluck at a person's heart strings as adeptly as Fiona's own fingers coaxed notes from her harp. And those self same fingers nearly stumbled, freezing in their surprise at the beauty of the other woman's voice before she recalled herself and kept time with the Lady's voice. Her heart increased though and she savored each note, each word that fell from Lorraine's lips like a precious, all too fleeting thing, for it was that indeed.<br/><br/>She could coax emotions from her clients, in her bedplay, in her manners, but she found a moment of envy at the pure, soul touching talent that this young lady had, but it was gone as quick as it had appeared and instead Fi made the choice to reveal in the beauty of it and know that at least for this moment, Lorraine, a Lady born and bred, and this beautiful voice was singing for<em>her</em>. It seemed enough to make her giddy and she smiled brightly, her features aglow with no little amount of open tenderness and awe.<br/><br/>Fi let the notes tickle out when the song came to an end, not missing the sorrow in Lorraine's voice in the last verses, wondering if perhaps the ability to put the past aside was what she sought here. If so, Fiona would do her best to give her just that. When at least her fingers lay still upon the harp she moved slowly, back and held out a hand to the other woman, that same, gentle, easy smile on her lips, one that seemed to be full of all the warmth and promise of sunshine. "You are the most talented songbird I've ever had the pleasure to hear Lady, will you come sit near me? I can play still, soft sounds to sooth, while you speak of what you seek, of how I can help you shed that sorrow that lingered in your song."<br/><br/>It was a request but not, she sensed that if she did not put some sort of firmness, of order to it Lorraine would want to hide, to flutter away. And Fiona would hate to think that the woman wasted her visit here. No, best that she take a firm hand and guide the encounter to what Lorraine needed most, for that, Fi meant to give her unstintingly. Her hands beckoned with a gesture, her eyes gentle, and she waited for obedience.