Annie hadn't been called on, which she felt was grievous in itself, so when she arrived from one of the back rooms, she shot Eli a playful pout and gently touched Saint's long, blonde hair as she passed. "I gotta say, Eli," she mused, arms crossing over a more than ample chest. "I'm a little hurt that you weren't going to come and get me. Maybe Rob will be in the mood for something a little more voluptuous." A beat passed, as she tossed the other three girls a mirthful smirk. "No offense, ladies."
She'd finished with her last client just under an hour ago but had already cleaned up and made herself look presentable. Outside of the brothel, it might've been a surprise to some that a woman like Annie had as many clients as she did, but there was rarely a night where she wasn't booked back to back. Tonight just so happened to be one of them, and if Rob, as strange and finicky as he was, wanted to fill that empty slot? Well, that was more money in her pocket, anyway.
"I'll let it slide just this once, sweetie," she assured him, puckering her lips in a faux kiss.