<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">From her room. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98328.msg5140806#msg5140806)</span></em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her fingertips played along with the banister of the stairs as she slowly made her way down and to the main floor, surprised to see that it was empty. <em>Thank God</em>, she thought with a small smirk playing along her lips. She would have hated to have to be nice to someone. Unless it was a John...or a Jane. Her eyes sparkled with pleasure before she let out a little sigh, she was tired. She had done her fair share of entertaining today and merely wanted to have an early evening.<br/><br/>Unless of course Master Ryan demanded she take on a client. <em>Would he demand that she take one after the last...brute?</em><br/><br/>Her heels clicked silently as she crossed the room and made her way to the piano, her fingertips gently touching the instrument. Her eyes lit up but her lips remained pursed in a thoughtful pout, eyes blank of emotions. She slowly sat down on the piano bench and moved her fingers along the piano keys before very slowly beginning to play a soft ballad, the tone light with a hint of darkness, as were most of her pieces.</span>