Amora let out a little squeak when she was yanked from the claws of the crowd and returned to her master's side. 'Oh thank the gods.' She tried not to show relief, merely looking down when he snapped at her.<br/><br/>Eskhara, on the other hand, didn't seem pleased. Her half-son had to learn not to ride on her successes to be powerful and feared. She kept silent, however, and began to talk. "Ladies, gentlemen, we have much to discuss and not so much time to discuss it in. Let us begin with the rising prices of silk..."<br/><br/>Amora, kneeling beside Tehvar with her bare bottom resting on her feet, felt terribly uncomfortable. Other demons were still gawking at her naked form. The last thing she wanted was more attention. Her throat remained tight, shrinking down slightly.<br/><br/>Hours later, Amora was nearly leaning on Tevhar's chair out of exhaustion. Talking, talking, talking, that's all that happened! She was getting bored, understandably. Eventually though, Eskhara said "If we do not have anything else to discuss, then our meeting is done." Demons began to stand up and stretch their stiff bodies. Amora sighed with relief, very ready to leave and get a dress on. She was getting cold.