Master Ryan's dismissal was as polite and business like as ever, Fiona wondered what Lorraine would make of it; it was not quiet the warmth that had received her; but then it was her job now to be the warmth that the Lady needed. She kept her smile soft, not unnatural, in truth it was easy to smile at the Lady Stanbury. And so as she had been trained Fiona waited, that hand outstretched, her patient smile on her lips, understanding in her eyes. It was her edge, over the other whores, where Zara had her brazen sensuality that drew many like a moth to flame and Anel his own prickly charm, and of course Hayden his dark mysteries she was the lady like one, the patient one. She was the one best suited to handling little songbirds like Lorraine; at least usually, when they weren't off put by the thought of a woman; though there were nervous men who came here as well.<br/><br/>The waiting smile blossomed when the other woman took her hand, sparkling in the pale aquamarine of the redhead's eyes even as she slightly pulled on the hand and guided the woman with her, both their skirts making rustling nosies as they glided from the office of the Master of the House. Once the door shut behind them Fiona let herself relax a little more, glancing at the woman at her side with a warm smile, squeezing the hand that lay within her own.<br/><br/>"We do not need to hold hands if you wish it not my Lady. Indeed, it is you who sets the tone of this all, whatever your wishes be so are they mine." The girl inclined her head ever so gracefully to the smaller woman, animated light in her eyes. "I must say though, before aught else may pass that I just adore your dress, what a beautiful work of art. I nearly wore a bustle myself today, a pale blue in color, I could never pull off that green and black I fear, but perhaps you would be so kind as to let me examine the seams later? They seem a touch more intricate then mine and lay so beautifully against your lovely form."<br/><br/>All women loved fashion, or at least those that dressed like this Lady did and that was one more tool Fiona would use to put her at ease. Fashion, dresses, compliments sprinkled in, only the sincere ones. Even to clients Fiona never spoke a lie; her father had raised her too well for that. Though there was, she knew, a difference between catering to a fantasy and lying, she might well pledge that she worshipped one of her clients in abject surrender and devotion whilst in one of their 'games' but those words held truth even when she was not with that client. She loved them all, at least a little. And she saw much to love in this Lady Lorriane.