"You need services Sir? Got a young one with a pretty face if you're interested" she could hear her him, her father, beckoning mend outside the traveling cart, it had been some time since this had all started so perhaps she was too used to it but from the sound of his voice she could tell that the customer was wealthy; or at least looked to be. This didn't surprise her, given the fact that he all but searched for well off demons (and sometimes humans) to pay for her, he often found them. And when the voices outside dropped low, she knew that they were negotiating. Her he would charge a high price, he always did, it helped him feed his needs for sake. It was only a matter of time before-

"You're mad!" the shock in her father's voice caught her off guard and a rumbling laugh that she could only assume belonged to the customer sounded before the voice that laughed spoke words.

"I assure you I am quite sane and quite serious…do we have a deal?" The offer must have been an especially high one because it took not a moment for her father to answer the man with an eager 'yes' and open the curtain of the traveling cart. Climbing down to the ground below, she dusted off her ratty looking kimono and turned to look at the man that had paid for her. One look and her breath was taken from her; he was wealthy, there was no mistaking that, but what shocked her so was how beautiful he was. Long white hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail common of samurai, framing a narrow face with high cheekbones that sported a jagged pinkish stripe. And his eyes, it was like they saw right into her very soul, stern but not unloving, much like her father had been before he'd started with sake. She stared at him for a long time, perhaps she was too used to ugly old men, because this demon fascinated her (something he actually found amusing as told from the smirk on his lips).

"Here she is" her father said, knocking her out of her stupor as she watched the handsome demon hand over a palmfull of precious stones as payment. As her father cackled in greed filled glee, the demon above her knelt down and gave her a gentle smile.

"What's your name, my dear?"

"Her name is Angeline" at her father's words, the beautiful demon's demeanor changed dramatically, his eyes narrowed and he gave him a threatening hiss that shook the potbellied fox demon as if to say 'I was not talking to you'. Turning his golds back to her, she swallowed as she watched him soften again, vaguely wondering how someone could be so threatening one second and so welcoming another.

"Angeline…" she answered softly, "My name is Angeline…" the demon smiled at her.

"Well Angeline, you belong to me now; I have paid your father a hefty sum in hopes that you will do me a great service…" reaching down he ran one claw along her jaw, "I want you to be a friend for my son…"

Very slowly, Angeline nodded, not entirely sure of just what that meant. Part of her was screaming all sorts of questions. Questions like: 'was the son nice?', 'would she ever have to see her father again?', 'would she live with them?' and 'how rich did you have to be to buy your son friends?' And then there was the part of her brain that kept asking the one hopeful question that she didn't dare utter for fear of receiving the undesired answer.

'Did this mean no more prostitution?'

Giving her another smile, he offered her his arm as though he were leading a lady and not some child whore; and in that moment, whether or not she would see her father again; whether or not the son was nice; and whether or not she was still a slave to the will of others didn't matter. This was a new chapter, a new day, and she would welcome it.