She was the royal families willing gift to the demon Prince she had accidentally summoned and now waited patiently to observe his course of action.
Looking at the golden handcuffs above head, a smirk tugged at lips. "Well, well, isn't this a predicament?"
With a languid gaze, Azureal scanned the room, taking in the opulent setting. 'Someone certainly has good taste,' she mused, noting the luxurious fabrics and the intricate detailing of the furnishings. However, her attention quickly returned to the golden restraints binding her wrists above her head. It wasn't the first time she'd found herself in such a situation, and she doubted it would be the last.
Despite the predicament, she wasn't worried. In fact, a hint of amusement danced in her fiery amber eyes. Azureal had a knack for turning any situation to her advantage. Her heart raced with excitement; she thrives when she gets to manipulate other people.
She shifted slightly, the golden fabric of her top rustling softly against her skin. The metal was cool against her warm flesh, a sensual contrast that only heightened her awareness. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes. "Let's see how much you're willing to give up..." she thought as she looked around at the person watching her.