One night.

Someone, very rich apparently, had paid to spend a night with Daki. She was hiding her demon attributes by disguising as a human oiran in the Red Lights District. Normally, she would outright refuse, but that would put her cover on the line.

Daki, who humans knew as Warabihime, was perched upon her futon in her bedchambers. The black hair of her disguise cascaded down her back like waterfalls. The two demon-flower crests on her face were hidden, aswell. She was a beautiful woman, demon form or not.

A small, impatient sigh fell from her lips as her gaze was cast down to her hands that rest upon her lap. She had her legs folded beneath her and back straight as she sat. Lord Muzan had told her to go through with this, so of course she would! After all, Muzan Kibutsuji was her master, The King Of Demons, in all his might.

A knock at the door pulled her attention from her thoughts, "come in!" she snapped, her tone hard.

Her hues fixated on you as you push the door open, watching you step in. Daki had to hold herself back from gasping — she thought you were stunning. Being good-looking in Daki's eyes was an honor, she thought. She never consumed ugly humans. Maybe she would eat you, or let you have your fun first.