Cameron glanced over to see Lessard enter the room. Yet another he had not met and he let his emerald eyes linger on the man for a moment. Not bad looking he thought.<br/><br/>That was until he opened his mouth and Cameron made a face. Oh, so he was one of those types? A whore who tried to act like a master but wasn't one.<br/><br/>But he did have a point. It didn't matter what sort of name or reputation he made on others here. However, if he made the establishment seem foolish that was a problem. Cameron thought about it for a moment and was surprised when the client spoke of a male lineup being ordered. Well he hadn't known about such a thing since no one had informed him. But he knew better than to simply come out and say such a thing, it would make him seem petty. Not an impression he wished to leave on the other male.<br/><br/>He watched as Lessard and River engaged in a bout of playful flirtations. How...interesting to say the least. Cameron was somewhat surprised to find that River was a bottom.<br/><br/>It made sense though he supposed. Cameron was caught off guard when Zara suddenly slammed her elbow into his stomach and he doubled over a bit.<br/><br/>That had been quite unexpected. Not so much the fist to the face, although if she had done it earlier he would have been ready to avoid it. As it was, the fist slammed directly into his face and he stumbled backward a few steps. "Ow!" He exclaimed and then Zara was jabbing him in the chest with her fingernail and hissing at him like a snake that had just lost its prey. It wasn't that it had hurt that much - he was used to much harsher shit from the gang - but the surprise had been genuine along with his reaction.<br/><br/>"Fine." Cameron said in response to Zara's words. He would not touch her again, not even if she asked him to. Or he was asked to by anyone. It wasn't as if he was crushing.<br/><br/>He preferred men. Of course he saw the brightening in her eyes but Cameron did not draw any conclusions about them. Instead, he moved away from Zara.<br/><br/>The woman's words made him frown. "How can one whore make the entire Teahouse look bad?" Cameron asked, raising a brow. "It's not like I try to sabotage the place intentionally. I have my reasons for being here too and I can't leave even if I wanted to." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. Well Zara probably wasn't paying him any attention anyway so that was a good thing. This wasn't really the place he had wanted to spend any amount of time at, even as a client.<br/><br/>If Mason hadn't gotten into this mess...well he wouldn't blame his friend. His parents were uncaring assholes in his opinion although they had control of Mason for a time.<br/><br/>Until he became independent. Cameron was now alone in the room that Lessard, River and Zara had vacated.<br/><br/>He sighed to himself and for a moment his eyes took on a hint of loneliness. Cameron didn't really know anyone here and he didn't much care for the content of the job description and was somewhat happy he hadn't gotten chosen yet. But at the same time that was a bad thing since it meant he couldn't pay off Mason's debt. Should he really have sacrificed himself for his friend? Cameron missed the TT and the action he was missing out on. But of course he could never show those feelings to anyone else. Not really.<br/><br/>Going over to a small table in the room, he placed his sketchbook on top of the surface and took out a few pencils. Then, he began to start sketching an old samurai sword.