"I am not fooling anyone." Fiona protested weakly then, trying to shift away but finding again that she couldn't. Instead her eyes widened, a bit fearful as Zara started to toy with a strand of her long cooper hair, her cheeks the bright intense red that only redhead's can get when they blush as the other whore spoke so crudely. She knew she was valued, that she was important. She was even designing Lorriane's wedding dress after all. She was more then just a 'hole' and she knew that logically. It was getting harder to remember it emotionally in that moment as Zara taunted her.<br/><br/>The finger trailing down her neck got a slight shiver, Fi didn't know how to not be responsive to a touch; it was part of her appeal that drew those who saw her back time and again if she consented. There was no acting, no forethought, just response and she trembled when Zara crushed their bodies together, heat flaring up in her and Fiona blushed harder for it, her eyes dropping demurely downward.<br/><br/>A soft whimper parted her lips though when her skirts were lifted, her pale skin revealed; though at first it was just through the sheerness of her stockings, but Zara kept edging it up further and she shrank back again, trying to avoid conflict. Zara appealed to her own client base and Fiona to hers, there was nothing wrong with that.<br/><br/><em>"You are a passing fancy...and a disappointment to your family."</em>Those words cut though and she flinched visibly before lifting her eyes, a few tears spilling from her lashes even as she tried to pull herself together.<br/><br/>"Maybe I am to some, a passing fancy, but to others I'm not. I've had a client who saw me almost every day for two years, I have one now that I have been tending to for over a year; I have a meaning and that is something I gave myself and not something you or anyone else can take away from me or deny me. I don't care if I'm just a passing fancy, at least when they have lain in my arms they have known a little bit of love. At least I can give them that, give them a place to see the best of themselves, to escape from a reality that can be too harsh. Do you give your clients your emotions? Your heart? Or is just your body you share? Don't judge me for my choices as I have never judged you for yours."<br/><br/>"Now please...move aside and let me go, I meant it when I said I wasn't trying to intrude." Her cheeks kept their pink, even through her impassioned speech. Zara was close enough to have felt her trembles though, to know that her breath still raced, making her breasts strain at the line of her bodice.