Fiona was pleased with how Lorraine has responded to her question of clothing being a tool of self expression, it meant the lady thought and was not afraid to speak her mind; it meant that she did not have to fear being bored with someone who would be only timid and offer her no conversation. Fiona had served those who had no desire for her intellect before and would again but it pleased her all the more that Lorraine Stanbury would not be one of those. She did think, watching silently as the young woman glanced around her room, that the two of them could find much to enjoy in each other and surprised herself in hoping this would not be a merely one time visit. So soon? She laughed inwardly at herself, she knew better then to get attached or to hope for anything from most clients.<br/><br/>Her first client had been different, William Hatch, but he was gone now, from her arms, from the world, though not from her heart. It was doubtful she would be gifted with such another closeness in a client. She smiled warmly at the request for honey and inclined her head, reaching for the small bowl that held the honey and adding a portion to the waiting tea, stirring it before setting it down on the table. Across from her, not beside her though. Giving Lorraine the choice of picking it up and sitting next to her or taking a seat in the chair that sat opposite of the redhead.<br/><br/>This Lady was not one to be pushed she sensed, or she would flee and such a thought was not one Fiona wanted to see become reality.<br/><br/>The whore tended her own tea then, adding two lumps of sugar and a touch of cream before selecting a sweet biscuit that had butterscotch laced through it and settling back into her couch, though not slumping by any means. Her smile stayed in place, not too large and fake, just a soft, elusive sense of delight that lingered around her lips, quirking their corners. "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."<br/><br/>Fiona stirred her tea, taking a calculated risk here and hoping she was not reading the other woman wrong. "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." One hand lifted, elegant, and waving toward the bookshelves and her desk. "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/>The girl brought her tea to her lips and took a slow sip, eyes lowering for a moment before flashing back up to look at Lorraine 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." It was perhaps a touch too frank, she worried, but Lorraine had been so uneasy and was it not best to know exactly what lay before one? Certainly that was how Fiona saw things, how she wove her enchantments. She leaned forward then, placing her tea aside and caught the standing lady's hand in both of her own, holding it gently even as she peeled away the glove to reveal the pale, soft skin beneath it. Her full lipped mouth pressed a tender kiss against that same flesh, a butterfly wing's brush of touch truly, her bluegreen eyes fixed on the wide brown ones of the blushing lady.<br/><br/>"I will try my best my Lady, to enchant you and weave what dreams you may desire."