As always the knock on the door made Flora jump, her excitement burned brightly and she had to remember to breath slowly and steadily, lest her excitement get out of control.<strong>"Come in."</strong>she called out softly, knowing that her client would enter immediately no matter if she called to them or not. Manners dictated that she welcome her company however.<br/><br/>Her eyes locked on Jaroslav and she held her breath as he entered to room. His picture had not in any way prepared her for the presence he held. He seemed to suck up all the air in the room with those beautiful grey eyes of his. She studied his impeccable clothing watching with fascination as he slid free of his coat. Her curiosity was aroused as she studied those odd purple gloves and she found herself wondering what made this man tick.<br/><br/>Flora sensed immediately that he liked to take his time, knew he would not speak until he was ready, so she moved forward in her seat, uncrossing her odd legs while doing so, and poured them both some wine. She hoped he liked the red wine she had chosen, trembling inwardly as she slid the glass in his direction. First times with new clients were always dangerous for Flora, she had a terrible time containing her nervous energy and had on one occasion set a couch ablaze with the flaming tips of her hair. Time had helped, she had grown much better at control but still, first times were never easy.<br/><br/>Her eyes raked slowly over his form, she took note of how particular he was with his body, he held himself very specifically as though posing even while sitting in a chair across from a prostitute. She found him utterly fascinating.<br/><br/>Again she crossed her legs, wondering when he would take note of them and what his reaction would be.<strong>"Good evening Jaroslav, it's a great pleasure to meet you. I hope you will find the wine acceptable, if not I have three others for you to choose from."</strong>her voice was low and soft, she spoke as though her words might caress him and her eyes sparkled with desire, a desire she did not even have to fake with this man.