<em>Now where is that damn Frederick? I want to see him before his 'discussion' with Master Ryan and I do hope to see him after. Did that sod think to use me for his flight with all of the money?</em>, Rubee thought as she waited and watched a few made their way toward the line up one of which was Annabelle. "We have a few new clients coming in who want to look over everyone. Just be ready to be looked over considering the client may be looking for some unique feature," Rubee explained before she noticed the lack of others who were not at the line up. Once more, Rubee screamed out the names who were not on the carpet. With her voice, she was bound to screech a few people's eardrums which did not bother her in the least considering some of them should know the routine to get their asses down as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Rubee looked over to Annabelle and had to stop herself from saying anything at the whore. There were days when she was fine with the whores and their attitudes running around in the Teahouse. Other times, Rubee wanted to punch a few of them in the throats to just stop them from flapping their lips. The things she heard or even was made to hear by some of the whores made her wonder if they assumed their youth would never fade. Their bodies would never lose the elasticity or start to break down with old age and disease. She knew she was going to die sometime soon given the fact her own habits might come back to bite her in the ass. However, she pondered what these whores truly thought of themselves and others.<br/><br/>Oh she knew some of them despised her for whatever reasons each had but Rubee was not one to base her well being and emotions on other individuals. The only person she could take their opinion into consideration was Master Ryan knowing that man could easily break her neck while she was doing paperwork if she gave him the slightest inclination of betrayal. Considering the fact the old accountant, Frederick, would be worked over like a punching bag down in the alleyways where men liked to throw their fists to garner fame or even a bit of money, Rubee knew better to cross the Master of the Teahouse. As for the whores, well, they were going to get their just desserts just like she had hers whenever her own ass was handed and right now Anel was trying his best to prepare the platter.<br/><br/><em>By the way... You should shut up more</em><br/><br/>Rubee looked over at the whore who was about to have his virginity bid away and he really wanted to start with her when he should be laying flat on his back with his toes pointing towards whatever deity the whore worshiped. "Anel, you must find work as a ventriloquist because I think I just heard you talking out of your ass. An ass, which will soon be rutted upon if the bids keep going up." Rubee let her glance slip towards the bottle in his hands and did not stop herself from shaking her head at Anel. He may be a young one, but he was soon going to end up a slave to the amber liquids which would ruin his youthful look or even turn him into a raging alcoholic. She had seen it with Santiago whenever he had a bad day and Rubee would know because he would be sloppy drunk and weaving from side to side while trying to sing a heart wrenching song from his drunk lips.<br/><br/>"Hold off on the alcohol for a bit and try to look semi-decent for the clients. You look like the gutter and alley whores around here and it is not what the Teahouse is trying to promote," she said in the sweetest tone all the while eyeballing the little whore. She might be older and not have the body for such a thing but it did not mean her brain was dead. Rubee looked to the others who might be listening in on the exchange. "Anyone else have something to say to my face instead of behind my back? I rather hear it from your lips than from your asses." Rubee looked around and honed in on Cameron, "You look decent. Why not show Anel some tips in how to dress?"