Solistrae slowly relaxes as she hears the lord's words.  Still nervous.  Very cautious.  She makes her way slowly, gracefully towards the lord.  Her tail notes the shadowy tentacles behind her and knows that she is trapped.  Still, Lord Charon's words soothes her somewhat.  Perhaps it was a joke.  Demons are known for some of the most peculiar jokes and she should be used to them by now, no?  Her mother is known of playing tricks on her from time to time.<br/><br/>Sol then gives a nervous laugh, "Ah.  W-well.  I'm glad y-you enjoyed..."  She throws back strands of her black hair with a flick of her wrist and makes her way to the velvet couch.  "I c-certainly can't refuse an invitation like that."  Gently she sits and pats at her tail, the poor thing doesn't like being stiff like that for long.