[center][color=brown][h1]S A F F R O N . S T I R P E S[/h1][img]http://i.imgur.com/QWAElj4.jpg[/img]
[i]Nope.[/i][/color][/center]
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[color=Silver]”Alright, boys. You’re about to walk the path of a demon, so don’t blame me when you can’t turn back.”[/color] Rhein stated, only to be met with the chants of the men around the hotspring.
Thus, the Delion Hot Spring Demon Gesellschaft had been formed.

Saffron, who had been peacefully taking a bath, got up and headed out. Nope. Not today, you shits.

He made his way out of there, getting redressed and deciding to loiter in the lobby, where there was only one other person waiting on standby. A small dark goat beastgirl, with petite pitch black horns and bobbed black hair. Her attire was, in a sense formal, lace and silk intertwined, a ribbon with dark jewelry wrapped around her neck. At her feet lied dark cloth, also with lace, light glinting to show that it was embroidered with black. 

Black on black, what the fuck, thought Saffron, sitting across her. On the young beastgirl's lap rested a carton of six clear bottles filled with white liquid. The blood mage stared at them for a bit before his gaze started up to look at the girl, her eyes fluttering from shit to open and she stared right back. A jarring and startling yellow in contrast to all the black made Saff instantly like her. She was cool, despite the whole goth thing. Saff started to tie his staff back to his wrist, the two still maintaining a stare down, ignoring the shouting happening on the other side of the bath house. From the looks of the old toad lady reading a paper didn't seem to give two shits either.

As the blood mage finished leashing his staff, the goat girl finally made a move, resting a hand on one of the bottles. To him, she addressed, [b]"[color=black]Would you like some warm milk?[/color]"[/b]

Some more shouting in the bathhouse.

[b]"[color=brown]Yeah thanks, cool.[/color]"[/b]