Amora sat in a silver tub, shutting her eyes so suds wouldn't sting them when another dousing of water was poured over her head. The rope tying her hands together was soaked, and rather uncomfortable. She glanced shyly at the demon handmaid, who looked rather full of herself. â€œSo youâ€™re the new girl? Iâ€™ll bet youâ€™re nervous!â€ Amora gave a nod, "Mhm." She felt those dark eyes stare her down and couldn't help but look away nervously. She didn't like how Veronika looked at her. "I'm.. Amora." the girl said finally.