The red head shook her head at her new friend, before her eyes gleamed with a thought and she tugged him toward her favored downstairs powder room. The room was thankfully empty of anyone else and the girl set her basket on a table, trusting that one of the servants would see to it before tugging Adi further into the room and sitting him down on one of the chairs. "Adi, part of getting a client is about the charm, about thinking they want you, that you have something to offer them."<br/><br/>She moved toward a small cupboard and drew out a small case, coming back to his side and eying his clothing that while tasteful didn't fit in the most flattering of ways. She tugged him back into standing, hoping he wouldn't mind and set about doing a few quick stitches here and there; wanting to cheer him. "Please don't move, I'd hate to prick you. But its true, that's half the game here, Zara gets a lot of clients because she knows damn well that she's a sensual dream, Anel is playful, I am sweet, I smile and flatter and sooth. This...world, its a game of figuring out what part of you you want to offer to the clients. They would be lucky to have you, any of them."<br/><br/>Fi finished with her quick fix stitches and moved back to the small case, tucking the needle away and drawing out a small bottle of scent out; she kept spares in here for all manner of occasions, including her clients wanting something. It was a amber musk in her hands now; William's favored scent. But he was dead, and the scent would add a nice elusive touch to her new friend's presence. She offered the bottle out with a smile. "Here, just dap a bit of this on your neck and wrists."