The room was already beginning to darken while the girl waited anxiously for her master. She found herself looking out the large picture window and onto the lake below. The sun was asleep, and the stars had come out to shimmer with radiance. Amora could help but sigh; why couldn't she be free like them?<br/><br/>The creak of the door opening alerted her attention, and she turned to see her new master. She gave him a slightly cautious look, hoping she wasn't sent to the wrong place and about to be scolded for it. After all, from his gait and posture, she could guess he was at least somewhat intoxicated. That often meant that, were she to be punished, it might go very far over board in a matter of moments.<br/><br/>To her relief, he seemed bemused at the sight of her. He looked his pet over, eyes slowly creeping up and down her form beneath the red, blossom-patterned silk. She glanced away, blushing slightly. She wasn't expecting compliments, especially from him. She couldn't help but glance over her shoulder as he undressed. That was when she made a small discovery.<br/><br/>She hadn't noticed it before, perhaps she was too busy trying not to anger him, but he wore tufts of coal-black feathers on his arms and across his cheeks. They matched his long hair perfectly. This made her curious; were all demons like this, or perhaps he was just one example of the many ways they seemed to be.<br/><br/>His question brought her back to reality, she blinked with surprise when he spoke to her. "They....they said you... preferred to do it yourself..." she said quietly, her voice sounding small and insignificant in comparison to his.