Sherry looked up, her eyeliner slightly running down her cheeks, but not very much.  She stood up and looked at the collar and leash.  "I have never seen such a collar so beautiful before," she said with a small smile.  "And it happens to be my favorite colour.  I would love to be your prisoner.  That would be my deepest wish."  She looked at the man on the floor.  "What did you do to him?"<br/><br/>Evelith looked towards Dampe's room with a smile.  "Looks like he fed," she said to Ayyra.  "And it looks like he has a new pet.  By the looks of it, this one might stick.  He needs a companion.  His feeding isn't the same."