<div align="center">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Clip%20Art/1313727097122522234548558.png) (http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/131372709712252974867050.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Emma had just about finished notifying the whores that the nightly line up was coming near, and only had to stop off at the Masters office to notify him.  She was hesitant to do so though, since she'd over heard a few maids giggling about a guest of some sort in the halls.  She hadn't paid much attention, since she was actually quite busy, and didn't have the time to dawdle with the maids over some bit of gossip, and anyway, the moment they had seen her, they had been quick to sober up and go along their work.  Chances were, the guest was just another special client, that needed to speak to the Master one on one, and not really anything serious.  <br/><br/>She waved off whatever hesitancy she might have been feeling, and found herself standing in front of the Masters office door, which was closed, of course.  Smoothing down her wrinkle free apron, she tucked a stray piece of hair back into it's proper place, and than went to knock, before a sound coming from the other side of the door stopped her in her tracks.  The sound itself wasn't the loudest thing in the world, but it was out of place, and somehow made her hands twitch, as if sensing that whatever was going on beyond the door, would require clean up later on.  She had a sixth sense about messes that never failed her, and she doubted she was wrong this time.  There was another muffled noise, but she didn't hear her Masters voice calling out for help, so she determined that it couldn't be anything life threatening.  And if it wasn't life threatening that meant it was....Her cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink, before she cleared her throat, and knocked determinately on the door...once...than once more.  Pressing closer to the door, unwilling to really open it, and barge in, she instead called out, in a perfectly clipped, yet polite tone.<br/><br/>"Master Ryan, sir.  All the whore's have been informed of the upcoming line up, so everyone and everything should be prompt, and in good order."  She paused for a second and than stepped back, her hands still twitching with the need to clean, and her body leaning slightly towards the door, waiting for some sign that the Master had heard, or was dismissing her.<br/><br/></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><em>Tag:</em></strong> Master Ryan, played by Saerra &amp; Mister Damon, played by Fedora<br/><strong><em>Coming from</em></strong> Here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98323.msg5144553#msg5144553)</span></span></div>