Erillia felt her stomach flip when she realized he was a demon, not a devil.  He was just toying with her then.  She could play along, and have the faint hope that she could somehow beat him despite all the odds, or not.   It was likely that her choice would make no difference, demons weren't known for playing fair.  Still, she wasn't the type to give up.<br/><br/>She twisted and tried to dodge at the outfit, if it could even be called that, was flung at her.  Unfortunately, in his realm, she had no realm chance of avoiding it.  The foul garment felt horrid against her skin, and she didn't want to know what type of leather it might be made of.  She lifted her chin, when it was clear she couldn't escape, and glared at the 'Master' defiantly, even as her cheeks reddened even more.  She could feel the strap pulling into her, the touch uncomfortable and unpleasant, but evoking a visceral reaction from her body anyway.<br/><br/>The sight of the room terrified Erillia, as it made it clear he had been rummaging in her mind.  He knew everything about her, more likely than not, and fully intended to use it against her.  She twisted around, inspecting the room, wanting to cover herself but knowing it was useless.  Still, she crossed one arm across her chest to better support her breasts, and tried to ignore the feel of the strap between her legs.<br/><br/>She could smell the stew, and has to assume that was what she was supposed to investigate.  She felt her stomach twist, as it brought to mind thoughts of her family, now at the mercy of that bastard Thovas.  Still, if she was to win, she would have to be unpredictable.  Instead of heading to the door, she headed for the window and glanced out, even as she tried to force it open so she could avoid the kitchen.