Heela uncrosses and crosses her legs as she waits in the brown room.
Water rises from the table and she takes out her grimoire in a flash.
"My lady Ida, It is ready".
"Good, good, good" the young voice says while wriggling her little fingers in Hel.
She imagines the neck of this demon in her tiny hands.
"Do you have my leverage"? Heela asks.
Silence greets her as she waits for an answer, after a few moments Heela raises an eyebrow.
"See... Heela it's just that... she is sleeping" Ida says.
"She is sleeping... in my... my... my".
"BED"!
"SHE'S SLEEPING IN MY BED AND I CAN'T GET HER OFF".
"I need milk"!
"SEND ME MILK"!
"I'll need more leverage" Heela responds calmly, not letting her voice betray the surprise at the stroke of luck.
"Good, good, good" Ida nods feverishly.
"How can I guarantee you won't just, 'get tired' and hold up your end of the bargain"? Heela asks softly.
