After the battle was over, Anastasia slowly approached the demons camp. She was late, though that tends to happen when all you do is lounge around. Besides, they didn't need an army of the undead to take the city. Clearly they had done it successfully. She approached her lord krathen, his aura would normally cause her knees to buckle if she wasn't so composed. She knew he would probably be a little mad at her being late, but she didn't care. "Hello, my lord. Seems things have gone well here. You managed to successfully take over this city." She made no apologies for being late. His aura was intense, she was just about ready to fuck anything and everything insight. Her cloths showed a lot of skin, but not enough to show how wet his aura had made her. "I doubt there is anything you'd like for me to do, considering the battle is over." She was slightly annoyed by all the horny soldiers that were pawing and gawking at her. She radiated an unearthly beauty that when combined with the lust krathen caused they were eyeing her like a pack of horny dogs. She couldn't stop her gaze from constantly turning to his rather larg bulge. Naturally images of what that thing really looked like began to flow in her head.<br/>She began to fall back as if to sit, and a grand chairi made of plants and roses appeared. She sat, her legs crossed, trying to maintain composure. She was so lose to him, and his aura was so strong she had to fight the will to jump at him. "So now what are the plans?" She asked a slight tremble to her voice.