<div style="text-align: center">Vestele:​</div><br/>Laylah watched as the Human moved close enough to undo the lock on her cage but kept his distance he wasn’t quite so confident without the bars in the way. He nervously backed up almost tripping up in his hurry as her eyes glared at him silently promising revenge, she straightened in place and looked over to the Demon. He was confident and so very sure of himself as he seemed to study her form, she wrapped her arms around herself as if they would somehow help to hide her body from the eyes upon her. She frowned at his words, she was a slave for no man, least of all a demon. She hissed as hand rose to lash out towards him but he was ready and she too late realized that he had been waiting for the movement, she swallowed and met his eyes as he spoke once more. Dante Gimwalad.. Her supposed Master.<br/><br/>She hadn’t expected the movement as he stepped forward his cloak wrapping around her covering her form from prying eyes, she wondered what his intentions were regardless as soon as his hands were gone she pulled the cloak fully around her body giving herself a hint of privacy and warmth. She met his eyes as he met her own fury filled eyes, he didn’t flinch or back down like so many in the past. Indeed she had weighted ankle restraints , they rested around her ankles reminding her of her inability to escape to fly away from this place. She had tried countless times to remove them but she couldn’t, how she longed to fly once more. What the demon was asking of her was huge could she give this man her word, it would mean giving up her chance at freedom. She would be stuck as his, as his slave but she may be able to fly once more, to soar over the skies, she looked into his eyes as she silently warred within her mind.<br/><br/>She shifted in place as she felt his hand wrap around her arm pulling her forwards and stopping at the door of the cage. A a look of uncertainty on her face before she tilted her chin up and met his eyes as she whispered “You have my word” her voice soft and melodic as she spoke. She wondered if she would live to regret that choice but sometimes one had to give in to survive at least that's what she was telling herself.