Lorraine couldn't help but to notice the warmth of Fiona's smile, the sparkle of her eyes. Of course, she also couldn't help but wonder if the warmth was genuine.<em>'Shame, and yet also shame on me if I were to believe such things were genuine without pause in such a place...'</em>She'd seen nothing yet to suggest the Teahouse was anything less or more than what rumors spoke of... An establishment offering 'services' to high society and attempting in earnest to meet the tastes of their clientele... Or perhaps she had in that there was only one choice presented her this day.. Or maybe she'd just jumped too quickly on the first choice offered? Or come in during a busy time.. And yet, with daylight burning so brightly outside, how could this be a busy time of day for a house of ill repute? Visitors to such a place usually at least had the decency to hide their visits in the nighttime hours... And yet.. she certainly hadn't waited for darkness to fall.<br/><br/>Lorraine's pale cheeks colored darkly as her thoughts tumbled one over the next in her mind, reproachful, curious, inquisitive, and still a tad shocked all at once. If not for Fiona's guiding the lady surely would have taken a moment to second-guess her decision, but then the door was behind them. Closed between she and the Master of the house. Her skirt rustled as she walked, and its noise was accompanied by the same sounds from the skirts of Fiona.<em>'Is that really her name?'</em>Yet another question that Lorraine simply couldn't help pondering. She felt a gentle squeeze of her hand and looked over at Fiona, chocolate curls and light brown eyes both made more distinct by the dark pink coloring her fair skin. Fiona was smiling at her, and soon the smiling lips parted in words carried on a voice that was soft and sweet, "We do not need to hold hands if you wish it not my Lady. Indeed, it is you who sets the tone of this all, whatever your wishes be so are they mine. I must say though, before aught else may pass that I just adore your dress, what a beautiful work of art. I nearly wore a bustle myself today, a pale blue in color, I could never pull off that green and black I fear, but perhaps you would be so kind as to let me examine the seams later? They seem a touch more intricate then mine and lay so beautifully against your lovely form." There was a small inclination of Fiona's head during her words.<br/><br/>Lorraine couldn't help the warmth in the smile that stole her lips. Fashion, a topic she could at least comment on and enjoy, and one that set her more at ease. The tension in her shoulders was somewhat relieved as she spoke, still matching Fiona for her graceful pace, "Ah, I thank you, Miss Fiona. I selected the colors for the garment myself, but I'm afraid I'm not one with much skill for needlework. Your own dress is no less beautiful however. Did you make it yourself then, if you're so keen on the seams?" Lorraine's smile became easier as the words continued, and with the relaxing of her body a touch of music crept into her voice.