Lorraine's eyes followed Fiona's hands as they reached for the bowl and poured the amber liquid into the steaming cup meant for her. She offered a warm smile to her hostess as the cup was stirred and then rested on the table. Lorraine shifted her parasol to her left hand so she could lift the cup of tea in her right before moving to seat herself on the couch beside Fiona, but paused to respond. "Thank you, Dear," the endearment slipped through her lips as naturally as the words of thanks, conversationally spoken.<br/><br/>Lorraine sipped the tea, savoring the flavor and volume with her brown eyes closed. As she did so she heard Fiona's response to the answer she had offered earlier regarding attire, "Wise words my Lady, and a truth I hope all ladies shall keep in mind. Good manners are such a true delight and should be honored whenever possible. Though I suppose expectations differ from one moment to the next in all things. You seem one to expect a rather lot from yourself, if you forgive my being bold." As Fiona's voice continued Lorraine's eyes opened again, fixing on her hostess. The lady stirred her tea as she continued, "Here, in this room, there are no expectations currently, there is no need for us to do more then simply enjoy a afternoon tea and discuss whatever subject you so enjoy," Fiona gestured to her book shelves, and Lorraine followed the gesture with her eyes as she lingered near the couch cushions with tea in hand, "I am well read and fluent in four languages, along with having a passion for scholarly subjects, if you wish to we could focus on something of the sort. I could also have musical instruments brought if you wish for entertainment of that kind, harp and flute are what I play best, though there is another in the house very skilled at the piano if that be your desire."<br/><br/>Lorraine's smile grew easier at the mention of music and she inclined her head to Fiona. When the woman took a long sip from her tea Lorraine spoke softly, "I once wished to learn the playing of instruments, but it seems the only instrument God has seen fit to grant me any grace with is my voice. I'm sure I would enjoy the opportunity to hear you though. It's not often I receive such outside of social gatherings."<br/><br/>Fiona waited for Lorraine's thoughts to conclude, though her eyes had only remained lowered a moment, before smiling and continuing again, "But I am here, my Lady, to serve to your pleasure and your expectations, whilst you are bound by none. Think of yourself as a goddess, full in her power. Aught you could desire, within the bounds of the Master's rules for me, I will give happily to you during our time."<br/><br/>A number of words jumped out in Lorraine's mind as she absorbed that statement, her cheeks darkening in color even as Fiona leaned forward and set her tea aside to take Lorraine's left hand in her own. Fiona set the parasol aside before peeling away the green and black fabric of Lorraine's glove and pressing a tender kiss against the pale skin that was revealed. Lorraine could scarcely feel the contact, but her cheeks grew darker as Fiona spoke again, "I will try my best my Lady, to enchant you and weave what dreams you may desire."<br/><br/>Lorraine felt a bit awkward, though the words were enticing. It was, in its way, proof of where she had come. Still, thoughts such as what two women might do with one another in the suggested manner were not easy ones for Lorraine to entertain. "Oh dear, let's not get ahead of ourselves, just yet." Lorraine's voice was smooth and unbroken despite what her blushing cheeks might have hinted would pour forth at the parting of her lips. Only a moment or two passed before she added, "Though I do appreciate your sincerity. Perhaps I'd best explain why I've come here?"<br/><br/>While Fiona seemed to have things well in hand, Lorraine was certain her reasons for being here would make the task of entertaining the lady a simpler one for her hostess... And likely it would produce a more favorable result to simply have her motivations out in the open. Still, she left it to Fiona to decide, her hand still in both of Fiona's and her light brown eyes resting on eyes of aquamarine as she finally took the seat on the couch without spilling a single drop of tea or dislodging her left hand from Fiona's gentle grasp.