Although Rajani's eyes were submissively downcast, she was very aware of the Fae gaze working over her curves beneath her clothes. She closed her ink-dark eyes for a moment to breathe as her pale brown skin tingled for the attention.
"I would never intend to waste your time, mistress Maia." The voice was both musical and cultured in tone, the Indian-English accent exotic by American standards. Rajani knelt before the desk as instructed, smoothly and immediately, into a practiced posture. It was likely to wrinkle her tailored dress at her knees, and her high heels pinched her toes uncomfortably, but she did not let such concerns show in her pose or expression. "I have travelled many miles to ask if you would allow me to offer my services for hire out of your club, mistress." Club and brothel both.