Amora could keep calm for a lot of things. The embarrassing questions, the stares, even the occasional pinch to the hind quarters was tolerated. But this, being pulled on stage in front of at least a few hundred beings, both demon and human, and shown off was more than she could take. She wanted so badly to pull out of her master's grasp and run, but she controlled herself. 'If I do anything against him, we'll both be in hot water.'<br/><br/>She stood on stage, quickly reminded of the day she and Tehvar met. At least demons weren't crawling on stage and groping her like back then. She shivered at the thought. Everyone was watching, including Eskhara, who was in fact right behind the two. She had been ready to bring all the demons to the congressional hall, but she wanted to see what her son's pet could do.<br/><br/>"Let's see her build!" One demon shouted, soon half the room, consisting of mostly men, began to holler. The slave's face grew hot, but she bit back any curses and began to undo the buttons on her dress. 'Goodbye privacy' she thought, the fabric sliding with ease over her curves. There was whistling, hooting, they sounded more like animals than civilized beings.