Unreasoning fear coursed through her and she fought the urge to pee. This was the fell being who had invaded her mind, haunted her dreams, and now she was trapped in this dank place with her.<br/><br/>And then the fear was gone, and all she felt was sympathy. Brea had no love for paladins. They were men, but they were also men so entrenched in their self-righteousness, so insufferably arrogant. Her charms were lost on them. They dedicated themselves to a higher calling. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she detested them. She could imagine no worse fate than being imprisoned at the mercy of such men.<br/><br/>Lifting her head, she stared coldly back at the demoness. "Those were paladins? In my room? How did you get imprisoned?"<br/><br/>As the demoness considered her reply, Brea lifted her hand. "Forget it. I don't want to know. I can do what you want, but know this - I do it with whomever I want, whenever I want. If you ever use your power to tell my body how it should be feeling, that's the end of our deal."