"Oh Master Ryan won't be happy to hear that. Let's just keep that between us," she said with a smile. She picked up her dress and sat down on a chair, back straight, fingers laced on her lap. The proper woman in all aspects, but her choice of employment. She adjusted the pearl necklace letting her fingers glide gracefully over her skin. She hoped she would get a customer today. Things had been slow for her, the "innocent" one. She made enough so that Ryan hadn't said anything bad to her she believed and enough to keep her wardrobe supplied, but beyond that she was running out of money fast.<br/><br/>"I'm Annabelle or just Belle." His eyes were on her as she bit her bottom lip softly. "Well I'm late so I hope I can get at least one customer today," she said with a sigh. She ran her fingers over the material of the chair that she was sitting in letting her pale pink colored fingernails drag softly.<br/><br/>"I guess I could practice my violin, but I thought I better come downstairs and show my face today." She felt a loose strand of hair land on her bare, pale back and she sighed. Her hair always had a mind of it's own it seemed. She pulled a pin out of the top of her lace glove and popped it back into place before patting the bleach blond hair. "No clients today? I haven't seen you around the Teahouse before. Although that's not very surprising. I usually keep to my room." Annabelle knew that she was rambling, but in all honesty she couldn't help it. It was just the way that she was.