It's a calm spring day in the city of Venezia, folks are purchasing goods at the market, children playing, all seems well. A voice yells over much of the hustle and bustle; "Human for sale! A 17 year old beauty with not a violent bone in her body! 500 ducats starting bid!"<br/><br/>Amora looked despairingly around at the demons passing by, few noticing the human girl. Her torn dress concealed little of her thin but goodlooking body, her calm blue eyes searched the crowds, wondering who would be her new master. She silently flexed her bound wrists behind her back, wishing she could be back home.