Annabelle finished pinning her hair up on top of her head before she gazed into the mirror with a satisfied smile. As usual the girl was late, but that still didn't stop her from taking her time and making sure that she looked absolutely<em>parfait.</em>Picking up a blue seashell shaped bottle of perfume she squeezed the bulb and felt the droplets hit her skin gently as the aroma of flowers wafted to her nose. Her fingertips grazed over her jewelry and she decided on a pearl necklace with the cameo of her mother against a black background. Once the necklace was fastened in place she stood and inspected herself in the mirror. She had chosen gold and black for the day and she liked the way the material of the dress  (http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/228/1/c/GOLD_Victorian_Goth_Stock_002_by_FroweMinahildStock.jpg) clung to her waist and then tapered out leaving much to be imagined. Her smooth, pale breasts were pushed up into view and her makeup was adjusted until she was satisfied. The girl slipped a pair of black lace gloves over her fingers before adjusting her stockings and slipping into black heels. Finally ready to greet the day she walked over to the door and stood there a moment with her hand on the knob. "Please just let this be a good day," she whispered to herself.<br/><br/>Annabelle stepped out into the hallway and shut the door behind her quietly before walking down the stairs. It looked pretty empty, which wasn't really a surprise seeing as how she was so late. Still it had been like this for the past month. The girl hardly ever saw the other whores between staying to herself in her room and servicing the clients that she received. She was happy that Master Ryan had given her a chance here, but sometimes she wondered if this was the right place for her? Still, it couldn't be helped. This place was safe, untouched and undefiled by her father. She knew that if, no when, he found her this life would be over and because of that she took joy in what she did. It was new and exciting, liberating and taboo.<br/><br/>As she walked into the common room she saw a male sitting and sketching away. This one she didn't know. A few of the others she had seen around, but not one who's hair was as striking as the one who sat before her. Annabelle bit her lip anxiously. She wasn't sure how to approach him. There were some in this place, two in particular, that seemed bitchy beyond all belief and she stayed out of their way, but with this one she couldn't tell. Finally Annabelle shook her head at herself for making things more complicated then they had to be.<br/><br/>Strolling into the room slowly so as not to trip over her dress she walked over to the man and looked down at his book before looking back at him and smiling. "Good morning. Or at least I think it's still morning," she mumbled not quite sure herself not having looked at the clock before she left her room. "Everyone has clients then? What are you drawing?" Annabelle could feel the sun streaming in on her skin and she stepped out of the way of it's beams. The sun was not her friend. She fiddled with a bit of lace on her gloves while she gazed at the man before her.