(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/maeve_zps05ebd769.png)<br/><br/>Maeve looked a little dubious. High-class? Did the demon actually look at the way she dressed in a mirror this morning? For that matter, did they have mirrors in Hell? She remembered there was this a play by Sartre about three people in Hell who didn't seem to have one. That actually was what made it Hell. That and all three were annoying people.<br/><br/>Anyway, she was getting off the subject - and since the girl seemed so interested in getting back, maybe she knew how. And so, Maeve fell right into the awaiting trap with little more awareness than a nagging feeling that she didn't seem to be in charge here like the book said she was supposed to be. "OK - so... um... how exactly do I do that, Aderia?"