"W-well...." Savros bumbled, fidgeting with his hands and looking apologetically at the floor, clearly guilty about selling her out.  "I-I wouldn't say Slave...but she is compelled to obey me, and she is a charming girl and worker, and will serve you to her highest ability!"<br/><br/>Ira watch Savros fidget as he said this, a sense of warmth rising in her for the man, despite him having sold her out.  She knew he wouldn't do this if he had a choice.  He had his own family to feed.  And what was she?  just a castaway girl...a free meal for anyone who discovered it.  She looked at the demoness nervously, trying not to give away her true vulnerability.  Just like that, the course of her life took a completely different turn from what she was expecting.  "I will, my lady."  Ira wasn't used to addressing people with such an imposing aura as this women, so she did all she knew:  a small curtsy with the tiny hem of her dress.  "I am happy to serve you if you spare my old master."