âYouâre pretty â what brings you here?â the demon says laying her head on the counter as she stared at the new client. âWhat would you like to drink? I shall give it you for free, little one.â Says the demon she had a fondness for all cute things and the woman who had just walked in was by far the most beautiful human that entered her club that night.Â
    LITTLE ONE? the only LITTLE she was right now was a â little â MAD. the fact that she was being called â little â by someone .. littler than her .. or, it SEEMED like it. the otherâs face was smaller, cuter than what she was. her curiousity led her to wonder just what in the world would cause the other to call HER pretty. she was being rather pitiful right now, if she looked herself in the mirror. at a bar, ordering a small drink ( that would quickly go towards a few more ), already regretting the night. the other, even though complimenting her, made her feel a bit worried .. a bit anxious that she was getting noticed. never had she thought she was pretty, knowing that there were aspects about her that werenât. she sunk a bit, her heart and body felt like they curled up. a small sense of insecurity filled her mind as she bit her lip, making her thoughts known. â thank .. you. â she spoke quietly, almost afraid to lift up her voice. â i .. am not here for a drink. â she lied, quickly taking back the original reason why she came and regretted. her worries filled her mind. now that she decided not to clear them up, she began to worry even more. â a free drink isnât necessary. â