<div style="text-align: center">Vestele:<br/>​</div><br/>Laylah moved out of the cage following the Demon, her eyes glancing around to meet those of the slavers who had captured and imprisoned her. A small smirk coming to Laylah’s lips as she watched them take a number of steps back, she didn’t blame them if she could they would be dead at her feet. Dante’s firm grip on her arm tugged her forward and through the maze of cages which held other imprisoned creatures. Before leading her outside and towards a carriage where another demon awaited them, she climbed in settling at his side as the door closed and she waited as the driver moved settling at the front of the carriage as they began to move. Laylah’s eyes settled on the Demon to see if he in return would keep his word she watched as he removed a key and slowly unlocked the weighted ankle chains as they piled up in the corner of the carriage. She moved her hands down to her ankles rubbing at the red flesh which remained in their wake, before settling back up in place. Apparently this Demon was one of wealth if he owned a Castle, she had given her word she would not attempt to escape she would keep it.  She would fly around his holdings, a little bit of freedom was better than none at all right ?<br/><br/>She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes watching as he grinned looking over her form, while the idea of a hot bath sounded mighty appealing the idea of the slave attire he describes afterwards was not quite as welcome. The small white dress she wore already revealed way too much of her form she feared how much would be revealed in the short skirt and halter top he mentioned. She stayed silent even as a frown found its way to her lips at the idea, however his request for her name broke her from her thoughts, should she tell him was the next thought? She frowned at the idea of being given a name and without thought her name tumbled from her lips “ Laylah, my name is Laylah”<br/><br/>The rest of the journey was spent in almost silence as her companion seemed to focus on the buildings they passed on their journey, Laylah’s hands rested in her lap as she played with them nervously. She wondered what awaited her within the Castle and for what purpose had the Demon bought her, she too glanced out towards the windows of the carriage. A look of longing overtaking her features, it had been so long since she had flown in the skies, hopefully she would be able to take to the sky sooner rather than later. She watched as the houses and buildings outside gave way to the docks, ships and water in view now. They continued onwards and over towards a bridge following her Demon’s pointed hand she saw the Castle which he called home. She nodded “ A cage is still a cage, regardless of the price of the bars” she whispered softly as she looked at the Castle which would become her new prison.