<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg5203525#msg5203525">Quote from: Marguerite on 13-09-2011, 18:01:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rubee glanced down at the log book, making sure the last cent of money was accounted for; no more making mistakes like the last accountant. She did not want to cross Master Ryan and knowing what the good-for-nothing accountant would face put a smile on Rubee's face. At the last glance with her satisfaction, Rubee took her log book and headed back out into the main. Usually, there were some clients around, but Rubee spent the last few hours in her log book and trying to figure out a new way to save up her finances for a nice visit to Santiago's grave. His birthday was coming up and while the grave would not be at an actual cemetery with a headstone, but instead, the ocean, she would make due to pay him some flowers. His body might be somewhere down in the depths of the ocean, but he was still the father to her...baby. Rubee kept her rage under control as she glanced up and noticed Cameron with an unknown female.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Teahouse," Rubee answered in kind, coming around from the desk to greet the new client. Quickly, Rubee looked over and frowned, "Do you require a doctor?" Rubee noticed the small limp in the female and hoped she had not fallen inside the Teahouse. It would not be good if the female client came back around to demand free services unless she wanted to tell the world the Teahouse was an unsafe environment. Master Ryan would not approve of such tactics, but Rubee did not doubt he would find a way to shut the woman up. For now, she pasted on a warm smile and walked over to the pair. "Let me have a servant bring you some ice water and you can inform me what you want to see in a Teahouse worker tonight."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte followed Cameron with heart pounding, not sure what to make of the man's comment that the brothel employed both males and females to satisfy their clients. What urges did Charles send her here to have satisfied? And how did Charles know of this place anyway? An image of her tall, suave brother in bed with some unknown lady came to Charlotte's mind, and her face turned red as a beetroot once more. Fixing her eyes on Cameron's boots as he led the way, Charlotte firmly pushed that image from her mind and concentrated on trying not to limp too much.<br/><br/>She nearly walked into Cameron's back when the man stopped at their destination. Finally looking up shyly, Charlotte found herself staring at a fair lady with hair as flaming red as her name suggested. Mersmerised, Charlotte only turned her eyes away demurely when the woman addressed her directly. She shook her head firmly when Rubee asked her if she needed a doctor, not wanting to draw any more attention to that embarrassing fall. "Cameron here took good care of it for me," she replied, smiling warmly at the man. Too late, she realised that having a doctor see to her meant less awkward time with a Teahouse employee. Charlotte began to blush again as she recalled Cameron's words about satisfying urges. She took a deep breath, then another, her hands clasping and unclasping in their nervousness. Well, since she didn't have a carriage until dawn, she was essentially stuck here for the night. And since she was stuck here, she was going to have to explain herself sooner or later.<em>Better sooner than later,</em>she decided.<br/><br/>"Well... Actually... I don't really know why I'm here... I... I think it's my brother Charles' idea of a joke, to send me here on my 17th birthday..." she mumbled, not daring to look up at Rubee or Cameron.