Eskhara noted the glance the human gave her master, almost like she was concerned. She blinked, and the expression disappeared, as if it never existed. The demoness gave her son a smile, though it made the hairs on the back of the slave's neck prickle. "Enough of these trivialities, come. Let us go and meet out guests."<br/><br/>With that, she passed both of them, heading towards the door. Amora, relieved by the fact that she wasn't in the deep end, let out a sigh. The demoness stopped, and the human's blood turned icy. Her eyes were wide and she looked to the ground as Eskhara turned around, eyes narrow. 'Oh gods, oh gods!' she thought in panic, feeling the demoness's eyes pierce into her very being.