Florence's eyes swept over the scene in the common room with a bit of curiosity in them. Her perfect golden locks spilled over her left shoulder as she tilted her head, a finger clad in the pale blue of her gloves casually brushing along her chin.<em>'What on earth is this all about?'</em>Her gaze moved from the scene itself to Ryan, though she could not see his expression, and then to Nicholas. Certainly the air seemed charged with hostility, but then, this was a whorehouse even if it catered to expensive clientele.