<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ continued from The Ground Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4323584#msg4323584) ~</em><br/><br/>Not a word was spoken to the woman following her as Zara made her way into her room, her steps light in her stiletto heels. She swayed her hips, making sure to keep the attention of her Jane, but she had a feeling that there was no need to try. Her Jane knew what she wanted...and she was about to tell Zara just what it was. A tremor of anticipation ran down her spine as she slowly passed the other rooms until she came upon hers, one of the last ones.<br/><br/>Pushing the door fully open, Zara couldn't help the feeling of calm that her room brought her. The option for the room had been simple; the instant she had seen the chandelier, she had requested the room. Then she had ordered the walls painted, the decor done to her specifications...and in the end, Zara not only enjoyed her room, she loved it. One of the few things that honesty brought her much pleasure.<br/><br/>"Here we are, Captain," Zara said with a slow smile over her shoulder. She did not know if the Jane would approve of her room or not and truly...it wasn't really of importance to the whore. She could fuck with the lights off for all she truly cared. In the end, that what she wanted to do the most. Fuck.<br/><br/>Running her fingers through her hair, she bowed her head once more, wrapping her hand around the white wood of her four poster bed. "How may I be of service to you, Captain?"</span>