<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">The section of the house Yasdiira lead Fable in was dimmer lit and quiet compared to the more populated rooms below. As could be expected in such a place, hushed whispers and moans could be heard from behind closed doors, echoing down the halls they walked through. Diira chuckled at the sounds and wondered just who was making them at that moment. A very short while later, she stopped, broke away from the handsome Fable and tossed the front of her cloak aside. She reached to the large silver pendant that was hanging at her bosom and pulled the top and bottom halves apart, revealing a compartment and the ornate key that lay inside. A door stood at their right, though nothing about it seemed to set it apart from the others. Diira slid the old key in the lock and twisted it twice. The gate opened wide to reveal a small sitting room. (http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/Places/drawingroom1_zpsfe4f87af.jpg) On one side was a bowed window in front of which sat a plush couch and a couple of comfortable armchairs.  It was adequately lit with candles and oil lamps and modestly decorated with flowering plants and an elegant portrait. Truth be told, this space was not solely Yasdiira's. She shared the room with others when needed, but its primary function was for her to meet with potential new clients. Opposite the window, a thick oak door stood closed and locked in several ways. That other half of her personal space was far more private and a bit unsettling to some so she took care to keep it hidden. The imposing door was flanked by curtains that matched those on the windows, although there did not appear to be anything behind them..<br/><br/>"Please..." she said, walking to the center of the room and motioning in the general direction of the coffee table. "Sit wherever you like..." She watched Fable with much interest, hoping to learn a bit about 'his' desires by how he presented himself and where he chose to take his seat. </span>