<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">She was staring up at the sky...wondering on the shape of a nearby cloud when she heard someone's voice. Zara did not jump up but merely turned her head until she found the figure leaning against the house. His comment caused her eyes to narrow, and she shifted until she was on her stomach, facing him, sipping on her third...or four? she couldn't remember...glass of brandy.<br/><br/>The temperamental whore was uncaring if her breasts pushed up and almost spilled from her corset; if she had heard the rumors from the servants then this new whore had no interest in her body. <em>Great</em>, she thought to herself finishing the glass, <em>another man uninterested in what she had to offer.</em><br/><br/>As her lips curved into a slow smile, her eyes flashed with ice, the venom already filling her hazel eyes, "Let us say...they chose conversation over sex. While the other chose a virgin over...experience." She chuckled as she rolled back over onto her back, saying dismissively, "But there's no need to concern yourself...you would have been passed over as well."<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, raising her hands over her head, already a bit tipsy, "To be completely honest...I have no idea what Master Ryan sees in you." A bubble of laughter escaped her as she sighed, "I guess he's willing to take <em>anyone</em> in."</span>