Amora pushed herself off her lazy bum and followed the maid. "Yeah...." she muttered in response, though the woman's sudden emphasis on what the slavers did seemed to catch her offguard. Weren't all demons like that?<br/><br/>The scent of freshly baked bread soon overwhelmed the hallway as they went, making the young woman smile and murmur 'Mmm' in response. She really had missed regular food, but she never really thought about it much while in the auction house, as she was usually planning ways to escape.<br/><br/>Amora had to tilt her head upwards to look the man in the face, he was so much taller than her. "Bread would be good, thanks" She soon found herself at a small wooden table, taking large bites out of a buttered piece of bread. If she could purr, she would. The butter was thick and creamy, the bread was crunchy on the outside and soft and fluffy on the inside. It reminded her so much of her mother's bread. She paused midchew, and thought. What was her parents doing? She was the light of their world, how were they to live without her? She had hardly thought of them in all the weeks she had been gone, how was that possible??