She moved quickly and gracefully, like a liquid shadow to lightly grasp my jaw to get a good look at my features. It was a oddly soft touch, as though I would break if she gripped too tightly.
Her lips were a deep blackish color, from how dark her lipstick was, hinted with a red shimmer, befitting her noble-like nature. Those deep golden eyes sparkled with a hidden reason for observing me, though I had no idea what that could have been.
Not at the start, at least.
"Goodness me, you have such lovely soft skin... you obviously take care of yourself, don't you? I didn't think a battler like you would be the type to care about how she looks! What a surprise from the Lithe Liberator herself!" She smiled for a moment, almost seeming harmless, before she resumed observing my face from different angles.
"More girls should really take better care of their appearances, I always say; it keeps morale up when you feel good about of, that whole silly "fighting fairly" thing is ridiculous. Why fight when you can make others fight for you, right? But it would be much too cruel to pit you against each other."
I wasn't happy with how she was just looking at me as though I was her property, playing with my hair and smiling at me with those citrine eyes of hers, shimmering with mischief.
My attack partner, a DoruGreymon known as Jam, just looked at the Virus-type unimpressed but wary that the demoness could harm me... or worse permanently delete me.
"What the hell're ya doin'? Let go of her, ya fiend- she ain't some doll y'know. This ain't a game- it's a fight, ya raven haired witch. And I ain't playin' games. Now fight."
Smirking at my feeble resistance and squirming against her observations of me; the demoness eventually let go, but not after planting a small, quick kiss on my lips in a gentle and playful manner.
That was quite unexpected for someone of her status and level of power in this world... and embarrassing.
"Oh hun, with a face like that? It's the perfect little name for her. Besides, I have no interest in fighting any of you." She then turned to me, smiling. "You're about as cute as a tiny porcelain doll, you know! Ahaha, I could just eat you up because you're so cute~!"
That was the last straw. I may be cute, but I wasn't going to be called a pretty little doll (and let her get away with violating my personal space); not after getting this far, I'm not just a pretty face after all. This was serious business- and I'm here to kick her to the curb.
I put on a serious face and spoke as... toughly as a small, pink, flower fairy digimon could. Jam always was the intimidating one.
"We're here to beat your sorry ass and bring you in for childnapping, isn't that right, Krem ol bud?"
Krem, the support partner Dianamon spoke with a strong, deep voice. He was truly a reliable friend; a little odd, quiet in crowds, but I trusted him with my life. Poor guy kept getting mistaken for a woman because he barely spoke in public.
"Indeed. Do not think playing nice will work after what you have done, Lilithmon; your actions here will determine your sentence... not that it shall be good either way. We are all too strong for you to fight at once; come along with us quietly, and you might just have a cell with a lovely view if you cooperate. I know how you noble types love your luxuries."
Unfortunately for me, right after Krem had said that, everything was starting to be tinted pink; and I quickly became dizzy... what the hell did she do to me? Out of all the enemies to outsmart me, it's the likes of her... how embarrassing.
She just laughed softly for a second, and started circling around me. It looked like she was taunting me, oh I'm gonna beat the hell out of this twit once I get my hands on her. "Oh my my, are you feeling all right, my little doll? You look awful, swaying back and forth like that, how dreadful~! Why don't you just come back with me and I'll fix you up and we can play nice games, have tea and snacks and then go play with the others, doesn't that sound oh-so-nice~?"
God damn, she'd done something to screw with me, all I could think about was just... letting go of this anger and instead get called a good girl, and being praised for being a cute little doll like she says... everything started to feel warm, like when you're just a newborn, ignorant about what dangers the world has in store, still needing the warmth of a parental touch to soothe you to sleep.
"Yes Miss, that sounds so nice, Miss... I wouldn't have to fight anymore, right Miss?
I'm so tired of fighting... so... so tired. I'll be good if that's what you want, Miss."
"Good girl, come along then."