Notiaras was a scrawny-looking demon with shifty eyes and ashen skin. The way he moved with his jittery, lanky limbs made it seem as though he was always in a rush, or perhaps late for something. This wasn't the case, as he was quite the punctual little creature. He was in the auction hall, on time, to survey the most recently caught humans. Most of them were dissatisfying. Having been in hiding for weeks, maybe longer, many of them were pallid and frail. They wouldn't do. Notiaras recalled, briefly, exactly what his employer had requested.<span style="font-style: italic">"See if you can find a man--a good one. If you see one that's handsome, I want it. Money is no object."</span><br/><br/>The demon couldn't be entirely certain what was considered "handsome" among human males--let alone what his employer interpreted the word to mean. But it was when the fourteenth offer came onto the stage that he understood. This one was not scrawny like the others. It had good muscle tone, decent height, and a healthy color. By the state most humans were in nowadays, this certainly had to be considered "handsome."<br/><br/>A lanky arm rose into the air, clawed fingers pointing skyward. "25 Spades!" Notiaras called. A few others got into a price battle with him over the rare, "healthy" human. Thanks to his employer's abundant wealth, however, securing victory was a simple task.<br/><br/>Notiaras waited in the exchange room as his slave was prepared for delivery. The human would be given the bare minimum of clothing; practically equating to a loincloth. He'd even pitched in the extra coin to affix a shock collar to the man, in case he got any ideas that he could take the small demon in a fight.