Aliasia was familiar with the politics and rivalries of Hell, and breathed a sigh of relief when the "real" Lillith won.  However, she had been here several days without any action, and she suspected why that might be.  She had been brought here by that traitorous imp, not by the Powers of the plane.  That explained why nothing had happened.  She was "under the radar", so to speak.  Since they hadn't brought her here, the Lords of the Plane were unconcerned about placing her in match.  She could leave on a technicality.  She hoped.<br/><br/>Aliasia made her way to the market she'd heard Lillith mention through the crystal ball and soon found the snack bar.  Humans would have called it a slave market.  Not an auction, slaves were far too common in Hell to fetch a good price.  She picked a few girls that she liked, in her price range, and gave them a variant of the "slaver's kiss"...she rubbed her hand up their thighs to see if they had gotten wet.  The winner, ie the wettest, was a dark skinned girl with Asian features, possibly of Indian or South Pacific ancestry.  The girl had very full lips, a narrow waist and wonderfully round and plump breasts, hips and ass.  A combination of perfect features rare unless the girl was actually bred for her features like a prize breed of livestock, but of course that's exactly what humans are, in Hell.  Aliasia paid more than she had planned for such a treat, but they included a leash and collar.  "What's your name?"  Al asked cheerfully.<br/>"Whatever Mistress wishes", the girl nervously replied.<br/>"Very good.  Your name is Sweetmeat"  The girl's eyes widened in fear.  "Ahhh, I see you can guess the meaning of the name.  That's right, I'm going to swallow you down like a tasty piece of screaming candy..."  The girl began to whimper in fear but she had been well trained that disobeying an order, even an order for their death, would result in a far, far worse fate than simply being digested.  "But..."  Said Aliasia, and paused.<br/>"B-But, Mistress?"<br/>"Tch, tch, tch.  Such impatience must be punished.  I was going to tell you what you could do to keep from getting killed, but..."<br/>Sweetmeat's lower lip quivered and her eyes pleaded, but she kept her silence until Al couldn't hold back.<br/>“Very good.  You learn quickly.  You have an hour to please me, to convince me to let you live. Begin.”