Jacinda was quite pleased with herself. Things were going her way. She left Briar safely tucked away. Gloating, although, against her better judgment, was part of her capricious nature. She wasn't going to supress that part of herself. It was bad enough that she had to wear glamours to keep the help. What she lacked in subtly, however, Jacinda made up in compensation...but only for her husband. For if ever there was a being with more pride than she...he would be the one.<br/><br/>As she went below, in search for the perfect novelty, Jacinda craned her neck from cell to cell, room to room. Nothing seemed shiny enough. "Perhaps an old plaything at the bottom of the toy chest?"<br/>She commented to no one in particular. Her words echoed against the hollow canal of the catacombs. Although underground, they were bright white walls, with high arches. It was a rather pleasant place to reside. If you<em>had</em>to be locked up.<br/><br/>She sauntered deep into the underground passage. Locating rooms of some of their first collectibles. Near by a purposefully places fountain, a water nymph lay sleeping on a patch of synthetic grass. She had not been touched in ages. So she was considered<em>vintage.</em>Surely the demon would have fun trying to put this nymph's water source out once again. Now that it had been rejuvenated. Jacinda laughed to herself. Examining whether or not this<em>thing</em>would suit her husband's fancy today.