Amora gave a half smirk, then turned and headed to her room. To her, he seemed far too confident in her abilities, or too expectant that his ideas would work. 'Well,' Amora thought as she clambered into the sheets, 'One day at a time."<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>The next day, Amora woke to a great deal of hustle and bustle. She opened her door, almost running into another of the maids. "What's going on?" Amora asked the clearly concerned woman, who replied swiftly, "There's a visitor here. A demon of Master Tevhar's acquaintanceship. Here, put this dress on; you need to look proper and DON'T. MAKE. EYECONTACT!" She shoved the black and white maid's outfit into her arms and hurried out the door, shutting it harder than intended. Amora blinked, staring at the seemingly raunchy outfit in her hands. Something told her today would not be a pleasant day...