If Moore noticed Kenna's embarrassment and relief, she gave no sign.<br/><br/>"I warn you that your given duties will bring you into contact with a great deal of naked flesh," she stated as if discussing beetroot production statistics for the previous decade. "This must not distract you from remaining attentive and pliant to whatever demands the clients make of you while you are attending upon them. Ah, within<em>reason</em>. This is not a brothel and they do not have the right to request special personal services of an erotic nature. A fresh towel. Cool mint tea. That sort of thing is what I mean."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, held it.<br/><br/>"While you are not forbidden from sharing yourself if you desire to do so, it would best be done after your assigned hours of work...men, women, or cucumbers as the case may be. Am I understood?"<br/><br/>Waiting for Kenna to answer, she finally managed a funny little smile and nodded.<br/><br/>"None are to molest, harrass, or otherwise assault our staff on pain of being banned from the facilities, so if any do take liberties you are to alert us at once. In exchange, we require honesty. No false accusations...and we will bring in a Psychic to verify matters if we must."