“Business.” Rhythm nodded professionally, willing her blush to subside in her haste to make less of a fool of herself. “I, uhhh...entertain.”

It was semi true, anyways, in the sense that she was probably entertaining Echo with her stupid antics. She felt tiny compared to this woman, and the feeling was quite thrilling. Rhy's profession made her prey on those with weak minds and heavy hearts that wanted to be slathered in attention and praise. The gothic girl had a strong pose, brilliant eyes and a voice that demanded answers while lulling those it spoke to into a false sense of security. Like honey it oozed over Rhythm, enticing her with it's sweet scent and texture. But like so many flies Rhy was caught before she knew what was happening, and part of her wondered if she even cared.

Still, though, there was a job to complete.

“Though mah job here be complete.” Rhythm nodded, loathe to leave the gothic woman's side, she took a step, then turned back and gave a rather corny, toothy smile. “But...if'n ya be needin' mah services, cher, I'd beh happy ta...accommodate ya.”

"Well, I really should be going," Lenna said, to nobody in particular (Maybe Syn). "Busy day." She'd already said she'd get back to her on a time and date for a meeting. Not much more needed saying.

She did not smile, or in any way really acknowledge the girl with the undergarments, the "Entertainer", on her way out. She merely breezed by. The Entertainer, really, was not even a fleck on her mind.

Out the front doors of the Sanctuary, the dirty blonde went.

((Slight Modship approval given by Rhythm))

Nodding to Lenna’s statement Syn turned back to Rhythm. “Entertainment eh?” Syn pondered the possibilities given what she had observed thus far from the red eyed woman. Her voice turned slightly pouty sounding. “But I can’t enjoy your services if I don’t have your number my dear.” Rhy grabbed a pen from Lisa’s desk and wrote her cell number on Syn’s palm and then kissed it before turning back towards the golden doors and leaving.