"Can we talk in private? It's about a young woman who needed help and ended up being... taken advantage of. And her fear of speaking to you. I promise I won't take more than a few minutes of your time."<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Hardly."</span>She adjusted her clothes and took a seat on the couch.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Her muse? You mean the succubus who wouldn't stop asking if she was okay?" </span>She snapped her fingers and a small shard appeared on the table in front of her.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "The demon refused to tell me her name, and I wasn't interested in bleeding it out of her, she seemed terrified and worried, but not at all aggressive. How were they bonded? They weren't, they shared a body, just like... like... Zelina, I think her name was. It was Sahra's body the 'muse' was attached to it. As for why, someone put her there. Demons don't accidentally bind themselves to a mortal shell, especially ones like that. Easiest way to put her back would be to just embed that shard into Sahra's skin. It'll hurt like a bitch but it'll work. If you want to know why, you'll have to go back to wherever she was born."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>