<div align="center">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Clip%20Art/1313727097122522234548558.png) (http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/131372709712252974867050.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Compliments made Emma uncomfortable.  It wasn't that she didn't like nice things being said about her, but having a compliment that wasn't made about her work, had her slightly at a loss for words.  It would be inappropriate for her to accept such a compliment, but it would be equally as inappropriate to dismiss it.  Emma, unlike a lot of the younger maids, was considerably more aware of her station in life, and while it could be argued that whore's were below her, as thought by people like her mother and her mothers friends, she didn't think that way, and always thought of them as part of the 'upstairs', even if they worked for a living.  So she took the compliment like she always did, when one was passed her way, and was slightly inappropriate for her rank in life.  She lowered her head in a small curtsy, smiled, and humbly said in a clear and very straightforward manner.<br/><br/>"Thank you Ma'am."  And she meant it, she was thankful for it, even if she couldn't exactly allow herself to have pride in it.  "I don't know how useful I'd be to you Ma'am, I know what looks pretty, but I don't have much if any experience shopping for jewels, or luxurious fabrics, but if you should have need of me, than I would be more than happy to serve you."  Of course, she'd need to shuffle her schedule around a bit, but if she were explicitly asked for, than she couldn't, in good faith, deny the request.<br/><br/>As she spoke, she quietly moved so she could fetch the requested jewels, and approached the young miss, making sure to set down the bracelet, before she could clasp the necklace around Miss Fiona's neck, herself.  She smiled as she worked, enjoying such work, as it was so different from her daily tasks.  She did contemplate the question posed to her seriously though, since she knew such things were in fact very important at the Teahouse.<br/><br/>"I don't think you a ninny at all Ma'am, but I do think the natural scent of your soap is enough for tonight.  The night is a little warmer than usual, and so the scent will only intensify as your body heats up."  There was a slight blush to her cheeks, but it wasn't a scandalized blush, but rather an acknowledgment of what kind of activities Miss Fiona would be expecting tonight.  She made quick work clasping the fragile necklace together, and picked up the bracelet, so she could kneel down at the Miss' side, and get to work putting it on for her.  Her eyes stayed locked on her fingers as she spoke.<br/><br/>"I cannot say what you should expect, although I have heard a few of the younger maids giggling together, which almost always heralds the arrival of attractive clients."  Her answer was more superstitious, than factual, but she was a very superstitious person, and the giggling maids have never been wrong before.  Her smile grew as her task was completed, and she stood back up, taking the proper few steps back, so she wasn't invading Miss Fiona's personal space too much.<br/><br/>"You look the very picture of loveliness, I'm sure you'll be called upon tonight."  Of course she couldn't be 100% sure, but the clients would have to be blind to not be taken with such a beautiful countenance.<br/><br/></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><em>Tag:</em></strong> Fiona, played by Wistful Dream</span></span></div>