Amora skidded to a halt, cursing the demon in front of her. How was she supposed to get out now? She let out a frustrated growl, glaring at him again. 'Little snake... heh, if I was a little snake I could squeeze out of this predicament with the snap of my fingers...' she thought sadly. She quickly recalled the horrid condition her ragged dress was in, and started to blush slightly, pulling what little fabric was left over her move private areas. "Damn demons..." she grumbled.