Dark room. Some flowing darkness in the corners. Webs, maids, butlers. And a demon seating on the throne, looking down. He didn't look displeased but he probably wasn't in the best of moods either.
The cold gaze was a sign enough.
"Greetings, Lord Xanard," Lenora offered a nod and a bow, typical manners she'd learned over the years.
"Lenora Dean. Were you not instructed to arrive right away? Why has it taken you such a long time?"
"I was busy…" she mumbled, unable to muster up the courage to just say, she fell asleep.
"I understand women take a while to please themselves but half a day…." He wondered.
"Please themselves?" Lenora mumbled, giving the head butler a glance who shook his head. "You saw me?" she mumbled.
The demon lord did not answer.
"You used the crystal ball on me during… you saw me," she walked closer.
The demon lord still didn't answer.
"Well, tell me!"
