Anel blinked slowly and continued to allow the perfected smile to play over his rosy lips even as his eyes showed still the subtle hints of sadness and betrayel. He would never say such after the Master himself had spoken to him and tried to make him feel better, but the delicate trust that the blond so rarely gave out had been shaken in both the establishment and those who ran it; still, he felt that something could have been done to prevent his attack, and yet it had been allowed to happen... But as Ryan had said; the show must go on. The show was the most important thing to the Teahouse, not the feelings of the whores who worked there.<br/><br/>It was with that rather depressing thought in mind that the boy rose gracefully to his feet with a small sigh, the thin fabric of his robe fluttering open over his chest, draping down one shoulder. "Mmmn... I suppose I should get dressed..m even though you know this shows my assets to their fullest." He turned away from Ryan and wiggled his hips, the hem of the robe ghosting the very tops of his thighs. To finish of the little show, the whore delivered a small slap to his barely-covered behind. "But okay, okay... If you say so." He winked playfully over his shoulder at Ryan before turning his gaze back to the Teahouse with a heavy sigh, being about to head back indoors.<br/><br/>It was then that a large number of bills were thrust into his hands and he blinked slowly, raising his gaze to Ryan with a small frown, trying to push the money back. "Ahhh, nu uh. I don't like pity money; I work for it..." He arched an eyebrow, looking deliberately at Ryan's crotch. "Which I would be happy to do... Even though you might as well pay yourself..." He shrugged with another teasing wink.<br/><br/>"I bet you don't indulge enough anyway, Master Ryan; loosten up a little." He chuckled, placing his hands on his hips,<br/><br/>Keep smiling.<br/>Always smiling.<br/><br/>The show must go on.[/color