The human youth simply listened with her head ducked, staring at the dirt that she was equated with by this higher-up demon. The merchant, on the other hand, looked like he had just been stabbed in the stomach and been ordered to like it. He looked a bit pale, but continued to smile, no matter how much he was verbally slapped. Though it became clear that it was getting hard for him not to try to snap back at this haughty bastard. But, really, who was he to yell at someone who<span style="font-style: italic">clearly</span>was of a higher pedigree than he? This demon looked like he could rip his heart out with a simple glare.<br/><br/>The girl inhaled sharply when she was yanked along, nearly as surprised at being bought as how forceful he was. She didn’t make any more conversation than he did; meaning the ride was silent, as awkward as that was for the human. Once they got to the huge house of her new master, the woman couldn’t help but stare in awe. She was going to live here?<br/><br/>When she was pulled in, she couldn’t help but gasp. Before her was a very handsome human, one that made her dirty cheeks turn red. He was the image of perfection in every way. She ducked her head again, embarrassed to be in his presence. Of course, her new master wasn’t bad on the eyes either, but the way he was calling her ‘it’ wasn’t very attractive to her. At least this guy seemed nicer, or maybe she need to be around him longer to see his true side.<br/><br/>She followed silently to a large bathroom, where 5 human maids were waiting. They were quick to remove her clothes, much to her embarrassment, in front of Alejandro before he left, and pushed her into one of the massive tubs. The human let out a little squeal as she was being forcefully scrubbed, even in places she didn’t care to be touched in. The servants were giggling to themselves, discussing how many years of mud and filth was probably caked onto this child. She had never been pampered like this before, but she knew it was because she hadn’t had proper care for a while, and as her master said, she reeked.<br/><br/>They continued to scrub with rags and poured perfumed soaps into her hair, lathering it up. It didn’t take long for the dirt to wash away, returning her skin to its original, caramel brown tone. Her hair, though it was a few shades darker with being waterlogged, would be back to its golden hue. They pulled her out of the tub and toweled her off, putting her in a plain blue gown.