It was not something she was truly accustomed to with her clients, to take control was not something most came to her for, there were others here at the Teahouse far better at such things. But as Lorraine smiled and moved toward she found herself thinking it had been a good gamble to take, unsure even as she was of what exactly she was doing. Part of being good at this job though was to always seem to know exactly what one was doing and what the client wanted, that bluff had carried her through several sessions. As the Lady moved to her side Fi let her hands move back to the harp, plucking at the strings of it even yet, smiling softly herself at the words of praise that fell so easily from the other woman's lips.<br/><br/>"Thank you my Lady, I play for the love of it and that sweetness it some I suppose. As for your singing, you never need be insecure on that account, as often as you wish to share a gift of such beauty I will always be pleased to receive it." She let quiet fall, her fingers on the harp, her blue green eyes steady on Lorraine's brown ones, thinking that they rather reminded her of rich, sweet chocolate. The Lady sipped at her tea and Fi let them sit in silence, only for a handful of minutes really though before she pulled away from the harp and turned her body toward the other woman's, reaching out to cup Lorraine's cheeks in her hands.<br/><br/>On her lips was a soft smile, reassuring, there was no lack of warmth or tenderness in this young woman. Her fingers lightly caressed Lorraine's delicate cheekbones; sensing that the woman knew what she wanted now, that she had known perhaps since they left the office but still was too bound by nerves and no doubt shock from breeching society's rules so much. Fi leaned in closer, one thumb brushing slightly over the swell of the other girl's full lower lip.<br/><br/>"Will you tell me now then, what you desire lady songbird now that you have shared your song? I promise, whatever it is, in this room it will stay and all that you share will be safe in my keeping. Trust me lady songbird, you won't regret it." Impulsively then, for she had not meant to but suddenly couldn't help herself, she leaned in all the way and set her lips to Lorraine's in a light, sweet kiss, a simple thing, chaste, and yet tender, a promise of what else she would offer. Hopefully it wouldn't get her slapped.