Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151028205131/@comment-26948101-20151030033143

"Oh....I insist, General..." the Demon Lord cooed playfully as she patted the empty seat next to her 13th daughter.

Ilassa had slumped somewhat in her seat and was conspicuously avoiding eye contact with both the General and her mother.

"I-I trust you slept well last night, General Laskey..." she said quietly as their guest took his seat. "The accommodations were to your liking, were they not?"