<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/33/6e/ca336ed258e925c6fb4bb22b3bf8cca1.jpg)</div>The senses of a Demonsian are sharp, the sounds and smells coming from the Life-Giver dances across his mind and never really stops. She is hungry and she was aroused, just a question of which to satisfy first. It's actually a hard choice to make but he does have an idea. Both.<br/><br/>A couple claps and a servant, with a blindfold on, steps into the room.<br/><br/>"<strong>My Lord?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Make sure there's some food in my chambers. The human is hungry. We'll worry about the translator in a while.</strong>" he orders, and the servant backs out to fulfill his wishes.<br/><br/>The Prince on the other hand doesn't bother redressing, instead offers to lead to the private yacht of the ship with a smile on his face.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes, just trust the voice a while longer.</strong>"