Amora held herself firm, regardless of the looks she was given by the other demons in the room. She may have been fairer than most of the ladies there, including the demonesses, but she didn't want to draw any attention to that. No, she would rather be done with the entire trip before something happened.<br/><br/>"Madam, Sir Tehvar wishes to see you" Eskhara smiled at herself in the mirror, placing a strand of gemstones around her throat. "Send him in." She said calmly, smoothing out the wrinkles her purple bodice. The two walked in. Amora glanced up through her bangs and nearly gasped at the demoness. Tehvar never said his mother was so beautiful. Then again, he was too concerned about her not killing him. "What is this?" She asked, her heels clicking against the stone floor as she circled Amora.