Niyoki

A soft snicker escaped the yokai's mouth while examining the host and her failed attempt at responding to Mr. Suitman, as Yoki dubbed him. Her eyes' judgmental, crude yet oddly mesmerizing gaze danced across Sara's blossomed face, as well as noting her pose. As if molded perfectly to be this yokai's little slave from birth, her masochistic tendencies were quite... [i]obvious[/i]. That also means this sadistic bitch of a yokai could push her to the limits, she thought. Her trademark smirk appeared again.

Although Yoki was never the most interested in houses and furniture, well interior in general, she did pry an eye across the living area. Be it a gentle curiosity to her new home or, perhaps, a search for potential items to abuse a certain lazy homeowner, one could not know. The artsy stuff was Noyi's thing, not Yoki, and she just shruged at the sight. Well, it was in general a normal house.

Prying her eyes filled with mischief towards Light while her incredibly long, scarlet hair rose up in the air, a confident smirk on her lips. A stray lashed forward towards the void creature, only to gently and softly caress her cheek while softly muttering [color=ed1c24]"Humm..."[/color] Retracting her hair afterwards, her middle finger and thumb crashing together, a soft snapping sound escaping. Her expression did not change, her body arching forward while her index finger raised up to her own lips. [color=ed1c24]"Playthings...? Hmm~ I suppose Ms. Light could be my plaything~"[/color] She mused softly, her index finger entering her mouth before pulling out a stray of saliva, gently tapping it on the creature's forehead. Not soon after, her eyes dashed sideways to her new pet, her all too confident and foul smirk never fading from sight.

The sight of her new toy so flourished at her chosen words made her nod appreciatively, [color=ed1c24]Indeed, pet. You will call me Goddess, and when Noyi's around you damn better call her a useless piece of shit. Quite similar to what you are, I'm sure.[/color] Introductions are done, verbal abuse is now greenlit for action. She did after all seem so turned on that it's only a matter of time before Sara needs to change both underwear and pants. Wouldn't surprise Yoki, after all. 

Nodding in turn, she wrapped her hair around the arm of Light, gently pulling her along after Sara showed them in. Again her eyes lazily examined the area before settling on the couch, and before anything else she leaped down on it, laying across it with her arms wrapped behind her back and her legs crossed. Peering up at the two while she settled in to this new house as fast as a sexually frustrated cougar downtown would hit on the numerous boys, her smirk still lingering. [color=ed1c24]"As for what I want... Lunch, perhaps some white bread and fried eggs, sunny side up, with tomato beans and bacon. I'd also like a cold drink, perhaps some good sake if you have that? If not you'll have to run out and buy it, of course. Afterwards, I'd like you to give me a footrub. Oh, ask ms. Light what she needs as well, you dumb bitch~"[/color]