Aily sat in her room at the brothel, looking out the window for what had to be the tenth time within the last few minutes. She hated it at the brothel, but what could she do about it? She was a human, they were demons. Didn't exactly scream 'hey I can leave whenever I want'. She was nice to look at and she knew it.<br/><br/>Standing and moving to look in the mirror, she smoothed back her long black hair, starting to braid it. Her ice-blue eyes perfectly set off her tan skin and dark hair, her body well curved, more than genrously so when it came to her bust. She was 'gifted' in that area, and despite her slightly shorter stature, she was perfectly proportioned. At the moment she wore just a black bra, low-rise jeans that revealed her flat stomach and navel ring, along with black shoes.<br/>