((Screw it.))<br/><br/>Beside the throne, a small crowd of beautiful slaves sat, surrounding Charon on all sides with luxury (and ready to act as convenient snacks, should he become bored or hungry). Ty sat near the middle, a little closer to the Demon Lord than most. Like most of his harem, she sat on a cushion, but she was unwilling to relax or smile. She hated being on display like this. Few people even recognized her for what she was, anymore; they just saw her sort-of-weird hair and her features, and assumed she was a human girl picked out as a slave for her looks. But she'd been here longer than this castle, damn it! And, unless somebody figured out how to kill her and put that knowledge to use, she'd probably be around when it was dust.<br/><br/>She glowered at the dancers, wondering why she'd chosen now to let her anger bubble up to the surface. It wasn't this feast, or the dancers. Maybe she'd just gotten bored, again. She had no idea how anyone could stand this sort of preening for longer than a few minutes before they grew tired of it. And how did they keep managing to attract new dancers? Did they know what happened to the old ones?<br/><br/>Her eyes got stuck on one of them, for a moment. Solistra, or something. She was pretty cute. It'd suck when she got eaten.<br/><br/>((Er, sorry for asking so many questions, but how would Charon dress her?))