Amora remained quiet while the hand maid cleaned her and dried her off with a soft towel. She didn't want to think about what the servants had said, they were just trying to scare her. Or perhaps what they said was actually true, and if it was, she was in grave danger of having spells cast on her.<br/><br/>A bright red kimono was slipped over her head, its fabric felt so soft compared to the rags she was wearing earlier. Though the sleeves fell empty by her sides, and her breasts were almost entirely exposed, she felt pretty. It's an odd feeling to think about beauty when you are a slave to a demon.<br/><br/>She stared awestruck at the castle halls, mouth agape while looking at the tasteful decor. But the sight of the birds unnerved her. She felt like her master was watching her every move with those feathered felons, and he just might have been. Noticing the maid was going on without her, she quickened her pace, bare feet slapping on the cool stone floors.<br/><br/>They arrived at a oak door, her master's room, according to the servant. She didn't even look at Amora, which she found odd, but ignored. "I do have a question" Amora said quietly, looking at the door with curiosity, "Where am I going to be residing? You know, sleeping, eating, things like that?" From the look on the maid's face, she could guess that she should have already known that, Heaven only knew<span style="font-style: italic">how</span>she could have known that!<br/><br/>Amora entered the room, gawking at the lovely four-poster bed, the tapestry on the opposite side of the wall, taking everything in.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait... why was it that I was allowed in my master's room, but not the servants?</span>she found it odd, that a girl who had been there less than an hour would be able to enter a room that the servants had no access to.