M'Gul had felt her nearness. Her long, lovely coat had hugged her every curve for the while he had been in his knees, and surprisingly, the minotaur found himself... enthralled by her very voice. Maybe he was too thick in the head to already remember the wicked touch that she had delivered against his loins, but... there was just something in her ways that made the Queen not look threatening at all when she did not wished to present that facade. The beast found itself drawn to her, despite her agression before.<br/><br/>Maybe he should have just left, tried to find a way back to his layer. And yet, just how many of his kind could end up bragging to have seen, talked, or even laid a hand upon the Mistress of the Second Layer herself, one of the favourites and most powerful beings in the Endless Void?<br/><br/><strong>"...To serve?"</strong>, he repeated, as if yet unable to comprehend what sort of service she could need him for? Maybe just for the very amusement of claiming a minotaur from the service of another Archfiend? Well, she would be more than convincing, and certainly her own favour could shield him from most retributions that could be claimed against his form. Standing to his feet slowly, the Bull started to follow the smaller woman rather timidly throughout the halls, careful and wary, but still quite curious about this servitude he had been 'granted'.<br/><br/><strong>"...I am proud, yes... Your Grace."</strong>, he said as gracefully as he could, and while that did not meant much on itself, the mere act of him trying to play a role unfit and unmeant to his position. Minotaurs were neither subtle nor courtesans-born.<strong>"...I... I mean to... ask, what shall be my duties?"</strong>, he said softly as he followed her towards the next room, closing the door behind them as if the act was meant to guarantee them some privacy.<br/><br/>As if he was worthy of that boom already.<br/><br/><strong>"...And... my... my rights? If any?"</strong>As he said that words, he suddenly gasped. His jaw almost went down his chest as he looked down the demoness undressing off her long, rich coat. His eyes went wide. Dressed and garbed, she had seemed quite a gorgeous, feminine creature. Yet now, it was as if she irradiated her own source of light. Metaphorically, of course... or was it? There was something more than supernatural and eerie about her naked perfection. That was why she was the ruler of the layer?<br/><br/>M'Gul should prize his luck. Slowly, he felt drawn to her. His feet moved on their own, and without noticing, the reeking beast started to walk into the water of the massive pool, following her suit as it he had been expected to do it.<br/><br/>