Inside it was dark, and it was dusty.  At least, thats what it looked like to a normal person.  It was all a glamour, made so nobody could simply walk in and know exactly what was going on.  But there were tell tale signs of what the warehouse really was.  The dust wasn't real, for example, and it seemed obvious the place had seen traffic recently, and distantly, Ebony likely could make out sounds of moaning and groaning.  But the most obvious sign was the smell.  It smelled of sex in the building, of sweat and cum.  There was also another smell, but it was likely hard to gauge.  Before Ebony, several crates, unused, and a trap door lay, a fairly guiding path.<br/><br/>Through all this she was watched, although the demon that did so noted her weapons.  The frog demon was a close range creature, and it knew that in terms of fighting ability, she would win.  She had power, range, and likely experiance.  Still, he was a devious creature, knowing that as she proceeded, she could eventually get caught off guard.  At least, thats what its plan was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>