Marcus Alexander Ahmazar, or just Alex, was an incubus in the market for some new entertainment. The last slave he had bought, well, the poor fellow did not last very long. Then again Alex had not been that nice to him, though he was certainly nicer than most. Regardless he needed a new one now and considering he had the funds to spare he felt like splurging and getting himself a new one.<br/><br/>Afterall, one only turn 500 years once.<br/><br/>The suit was tailored to fit him perfectly, at least his human form. The other demons, sometimes felt it necessary to scoff at him behind his back for his desire to look like one of the humans. However, he felt it was far more practical to look like<a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-is0.pinimg.com/192x/48/5c/a3/485ca3e358432fd46ee17880bacd8fbc.jpg">this</a>than to go about with all the wings and horn nonsense.<br/><br/>More practical.<br/><br/>Several of the merchants began to call out their wares to him as he walked by, the large shadow demon that was at his back kept them from being too friendly to him. A bored eye cast from stall to stall until he came to one with a cage and a frail human female.<br/><br/>â€œShe is hardly skin and bones,â€ he remarked while he paused to peer into the cage. â€œWhat can she do? I mean she is barely alive as it is, so there is no guarantee she will even be worth whatever ridiculous price that you are asking....â€ his tone, demeanor and general attitude was dismissive;bored even. The merchant would have to work for this purchase if he expected to make it with Alex.