<div align="center">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Clip%20Art/13147526698443955457050.png)</div><br/>Ah, she was chattering again too much and likely making the other woman uncomfortable with ideas of going shopping. It probably wasn't proper to invite a housekeeper into such plans but then what was the social standing here? Weren't they much the same, just in different jobs? She sighed inwardly, scolding herself for making things even in the slightest uncomfortable and wondered if perhaps Adi would be interested in shopping some. Perhaps.<br/><br/>Thankfully it was the evening now and that meant clients. Which meant she could not think of a thing other then pleasing whoever selected her.<br/><br/>Sometimes the life of a whore was beautifully simple.<br/><br/>Fiona held still with a smile as the necklace was clasped around her throat and then found herself thinking how pretty Emma was. It was a shame the other woman didn't dress up, with her bone structure she could be so striking with just a few touches. Still she kept her thoughts then to herself on that matter not wanting to make things uncomfortable. No firm news on who would be coming tonight made her sigh wistfully, longing for the time just a year ago when she had known firmly what her nights would contain, or rather who. William. For a moment she let herself think about her first lover, her first love, about his blue blue eyes and his thoughtfulness.<br/><br/>This room was a shrine to her, built by him in large part, earned by such a simple thing as loving him. Emma's words tugged her thoughts back though, and she found her eyes warming at the smile, at the words as a pretty pink flushed her cheeks and she got to her feet, twirling once with a bubbling laugh. "Ah well that's the hope isn't it? Thank you for your time Miss Emma, you are invaluable. I shan't detain you much longer I know there are others to gather I'll head downstairs."