Rubee nodded to Master Ryan knowing she had to take over and look over the new clients. She wondered what went through each of their minds but her mind was on waiting on the new bid from the courier. A bid had not come through and she worried the courier got himself lost or was taking some back alley whore in between runs. Right now the bidding was at an astronomical sum but with the way Anel acted in the Teahouse, she doubted anyone would want to get near the drunk whore. She was even more surprised Master Ryan had not let his anger spill out in front of the clients and smashed Anel's teeth in with his fist. The way Anel spoke about the Master and his guard, Atticus, Rubee had wanted to see a bit of blood bath with Atticus throwing Anel against a wall and choke the life out of him. She doubted anyone brought up Atticus' sexual history without getting a whack upside the head or the thread of death if Atticus's name was used in a bad light.<br/><br/>Yet, as she watched Zara leave with Anel and the rest of the whores settles themselves back in line, Rubee pondered over a few items. She wondered what would happen to many of them when their youth faded and their clients left them for younger, hungrier and more agile whores? Would they be cast out of the Teahouse? What about those who looked to be making the lowest in wages? She let her eyes glance towards Cam, wondering what was his story but knowing Rubee could not let herself sympathize with any one of the whores here at the Teahouse. She had her own hell to contend with and needed to make her money last her for the next few weeks. At the moment she set aside the slight dramatics in the line up at the Teahouse and introduced herself to the clients. "My name is Rubee and I will say all of the individuals here at the line up have their own attributes to show you. Is there anyone in the line up, who piques your interest?," she asked, spreading her hand out to show the whores who could easily be chosen for the Sir Nicholas and his companion Florence.