Faira spared the now free woman a glance as she answered her earlier question. She gasped and tried to pull away as the demon grabbed her hands, the beast completely unfazed by the flames licking their way up his own hand and arms. Her face fell as the realization of the truth of his words sunk in, and the flames around her and his hands died out. She moved to try to pull away from his grasp once more, but the room around them abruptly changed, making her attention turn to their surroundings momentarily. She blinked in awe at the beauty of the room, and the appearance of the new woman elegantly clad in as she danced gracefully about the ballroom’s center. She shouted in surprise when the demon pulled her onto the dance floor. Her feet dragged a few steps before she hastily regained her balance as the demon spun her around to the enchanting music, the frequent circling threatening to make her dizzy. Her attempts at pulling from him futile, her eyes grew slightly distant in concentration. Suddenly, starting from her hands and consuming the rest of her in the blink of an eye, her body turned into a dark, massless shadow that melted into the floor, creating a pool of black on the red and marble beneath the demon’s feet. The shadow shot across the room toward the center. It stopped well away from the new girl as she ceased her dancing, then rose in a solid glob that turned back into Faira. She stumbled forward as her body reformed sooner than she had intended, and fell to her hands and knees as the girl gave her apologies. She hurried to her feet and spun to face the demon. “W-we’re being held captive by a crazy guy,” she breathed toward him, her body angled away from him and ready to run, “and you decide to dance?” Her head tilted toward the others as Rosaline spoke to the new girl, Marianne. [i]At least SHE’S trying to figure things out![/i] she thought exasperatedly.