<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">He was right. She didn't give two shits about the other whores around the Teahouse. Zara knew that to get through to Anel she had to reveal something private about herself. Someone...no one knew. Her breath ceased for a split second, her mind wondering if she could really share such an intimate secret with him. She didn't know Anel that well...but...he was drunk. Would he remember the secrets that they shared? She didn't know...and Zara wasn't too sure if she wanted to disclose the biggest secret she had harbored against the entire Teahouse.<br/><br/>Forcing her thoughts away from her conflicting emotions, she cleared her throat and walked around to stand behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to smooth the ruffled look that he had as she commented lightly, her tone indifferent, "I do not know where Gareth is. I was busy in my own bedroom while you were in yours." Her lips curved upward slightly as she thought about the Captain, adding quietly, "And my client was...rough. Cruel. She was everything I needed to be normal for a few hours."<br/><br/>Her tone was slightly teasing as she cautioned, "So this is the only time you'll see me be nice to you. You better enjoy it."<br/><br/>Her fingers continued to run through his hair, silent for a few seconds before Zara said softly, "Anel...if I share a secret with you...you will tell me what happened with you, yes?" She felt her breath shudder out of her as she snapped, her anger flaring, "But you mustn't tell anyone!" She clenched her fingers in his hair, threatening in a dark tone, "Or I will slit your throat while you sleep."</span>