It's hard to understand some people's joy of being a demon's slave, especially when Amora had spent so long being tormented by them. These humans were so casual, so cheery in front of him, she didn't know what to make of it. So, she joined in their merriment. She snatched up a turkey leg before anyone else grabbed it and bit into it. Succulent, moist, delicious. She had never expected anything like this to happen to a slave until now. She enjoyed herself, eating and drinking to her heart's content.<br/><br/>Although she was merry, she did not keep her eyes off their host for very long. It just didn't seem right, that a demon should treat his servants like this, or hide so much from others. It was too odd.<br/><br/>When much of the humans excused themselves and took their leave, Amora was among them. She was tired, and ready to fall into that little cot in her new room. She pulled the blanket up to her throat, but her eyes remained open as she stared at the ceiling. She thought of her new master, how he held her so tight, so close. She remembered how she blushed, and could feel her cheeks grow hot at the idea. She shook her head. Such foolishness. Turning over, she fell into a fitfull sleep.