It is not that she looked down upon the dog man  Daxter out of a individual personal reason.   It is more a by product of haughtiness born of being privilege.   An through she was always fated to be sacrifice to this realm.   She still had enjoyed the benefits of being a princess.   That it was her inherent right.   So far in the demon realm no one had challenged her or put her into her place.   The old one in the town had only enabled her.   The small weak demon kind of imps had hardly proved a challenge.<br/><br/>A slight shift in the winds of such suddenly happen as she is shoved forward.  Landing on the dog man's bed.   Her now larger breasts jiggled in wanton display.   A different feeling raced through her a glimmer of fear struck in her.  Yet the arousal that burned in her nether regions doused the flicker of fear for the moment.   The lifetime of entitlement flares up as Wahida spins on the bed.   She does so to rail outrage of indignation at her host.   Yet she only complies with showing her wares as she  flips onto her back with legs splayed lewdly open presenting her enlarge vulva.