Of course someone would enter the Teahouse when no one but the servants were around. Not that they dared glance at the young, near fragile man that wandered into the main hall of the brothel casually.<br/>Only a few steps he wandered, though, then tilted his head as if listening, shadow of a smile ghosting over porcelain features.<br/><br/>This would be the very first time River Cho Ming had ever set foot into the Teahouse. The décor could certainly earn his approval, he decided, but where was... well.. anyone?<br/>To River the servants actually<em>were</em>invisible, as he had been trained during upbringing to not see them lest he wished for something.<br/><br/>Taking a chair in what he took as a, or maybe<em>the</em>common room, he leaned back, drumming fingertips on the armrest before ordering a servant to get him tea.<br/><br/>He'd wait. He had all the time in the world today.