<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Fucking...figures! Zara schooled her features, letting the John know nothing as she bowed her head and smiled politely, "Of course. Our male whores it is...Let me have a line up prepared for you, Sir. It shall only take a few moments."<br/><br/>Turning on her heels, Zara marched to where one of the servants was -- who, as soon as he saw her, tried to make a beeline for the kitchen -- and snapped, "Gather the male whores in the house who are not occupied. Now." Her words were not screamed; but the ice in them was enough to freeze the servant instantly.<br/><br/>With her back to the client, Zara squeezed her eyes shut and took a couple of deep breaths. Today was not her day but it would get better...at least, that's what she told herself. The only thing that frustrated her the most was the fact that she wouldn't be able to take out her frustrations on any other whore.<br/><br/>Forcing a smile to her face, Zara turned and moved back towards the John, her voice as sweet as honey, "The servant is gathering them as we speak. Please...would you like some more tea?" <em>Fucking hell...Ryan is hearing about this,</em> Zara thought hatefully. Where the hell was he and why wasn't HE taking care of this John?</span>