<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zara's teeth clenched so hard if her tongue had been in between her teeth, she would have sliced her tongue in half. Instead, she swallowed hard and simply gave the John a slightly forced smile. "Well," Zara said in a slightly strangled tone, "We do try to make ALL of our  clients feel...special."<br/><br/><em>Except for the whores. Who gives a damn about the longest, most faithful whore!</em> Zara wanted to scream though she clamped her mouth shut and refused to open it unless she absolutely had to. She was about to turn once more when she saw the latest whore come into the Common Room, her eyes running up and down his features disdainfully.<br/><br/>"Yes," Zara said shortly. She nodded to where the client was sitting and said shortly, "Stand in line."<br/><br/><em>And here's the latest whore. Oh he has no experience whatsoever but please...PLEASE...take him over me!</em> The thoughts were flying in Zara's head so angrily and so strongly that she was seriously concerned she might open her mouth and let one of them fly. She did not care who she insulted or hurt but there was one thing she always tried not to do; she hated bringing shame to the Teahouse. She had already done it once today...and if she did it again, she was certain Ryan would have her head.<br/><br/>"Forgive me Sir..." Zara said as she looked back at the man who was waiting for the rest of the whores, "I did not get your name...?"</span>