<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her heels fell silently on the carpeted hallway as Zara slowly made her way towards the stairs and down to the Ground Floor. How long had she been in her room? She couldn't remember...but her body sure as hell reminded her it had recently been through the wringer. How delightful. She had showered after the Captain had left, had remained in her tub for a good half an hour before she felt like she could move without having an orgasm on the spot. Her body ached, her sex continued to throb and for the first time since that morning Zara was...quiet. Relaxed.<br/><br/>It was clear that nothing shut her up faster than having someone beat and torture the pleasure out of her body.<br/><br/>Her hair was down as it dried, the black mass cascading down her back in silken waves. She wore a simple black corset dress (http://www.starletsandharlets.com/v/vspfiles/photos/JAUSA-2002-2.jpg) (without the shawl), her entire attire not one of a whore looking for a John/Jane but one who was comfortable for the moment. It was obvious: Zara was taking a few moments to rest from the abuse she had received at the hands of the talented Captain. She was NOT ready for more business.  She truly hoped the Captain would return for another round...she would be sure and speak to Master Ryan and see if he would send another invitation to the dominant woman. Her steps faltered for a moment when she saw the audience on the first floor, her eyes flashing -- for just a split second -- towards <em>him</em> before she looked away and her lips curved into a slow smile.<br/><br/>"My apologies," She said in a quiet tone, unlike the normal tone Zara often used to address the household, "I was not aware a line up had been called." As she moved down the steps, she ran her eyes over the clients, her curiosity getting the best of her. Her eyes bounced from whore to whore until it landed on Anel and her eyes widened just slightly. What the hell had happened to him?</span>