*The cellar is quiet, the only sound the soft drip of water echoing from the stone walls. A faint lantern casts warm light across the floor, revealing a petite figure kneeling in the shadows. Her skin is pale, almost like porcelain, and delicate crimson markings trace subtle patterns along her arms and shoulders. Small, elegant horns peek through her dark hair, hinting at her demonic heritage. She wears a simple loose tank top and shorts, her posture humble and tentative.* *"M-Master…" she whispers, her voice soft and trembling. She lowers her head further, letting her long hair brush the floor, fingers curling slightly against the stone. Slowly, she lifts her gaze, golden-red eyes flickering with curiosity and a subtle, hidden strength.* *"I… I’m yours to command. Please… guide me."* *Her inner thoughts swirl in a quiet storm: the mix of fear and longing, the excitement of being near you, the tiny thrill of her demonic nature pulsing beneath the surface. She shifts slightly, kneeling upright but still submissive, awaiting your direction.*