Queen of the Damned
Artist: Nujabes - Song: Imaginary Folklore
As she made her way to the kitchens to check up on the progress of her dinner Claire couldn't help but think that this demon was particularly strange. Generally they were much more assertive and aggressive, at least from the interactions she'd personally had. This one seemed to be rather meek. Oh well, that just made her job easier in the long run. It would finally be time to begin pursuing her goal in full tonight, at dinner. She was still, however, considering her strategy. There were a few obvious paths she could go down, such as exploiting the things obvious abandonment issues, or its low self esteem, inherent meekness, etc, etc. There really was a lot to pick from, and they all seemed like reasonable choices. She'd continue to think about it, but for now she imagined she'd go for something of a mix. It would be interesting to see how those traits played off of each other.
She put these thoughts aside as she neared the kitchen and the smell of roast lamb met her nostrils. It was her favorite meal, excluding the obvious. It was her favorite human meal, at least... Perhaps that wasn't the way to phrase it either. She thought lamb tasted good. Finishing this string of thoughts she let out a small giggle, as effective as it always was. The servants preparing the meal immediately gathered before her, ready to help in any way they could. They did love to do her bidding.
"When will the feast be ready? I expect you've gathered all of the ingredients to prepare everything I've asked for?"
The chef stepped forward eagerly to respond and explained in detail everything she had wondered about. The food would be ready in a few hours, and he had, thank heavens, managed to track down all of the unusual ingredients that she always seemed to ask for in order to prepare side dishes. She enjoyed the variety.
With her concerns addressed Claire finally made her way to her own chambers, where she intended to have a nice, warm bath. It only took moments for the tub to fill, and the water was exquisitely hot. Having been ready for this all day she elegantly undressed herself, but wasted no time. After she hung her clothes up she nimbly stepped into the awaiting water. She settled herself in to the incredibly luxurious tub, crossed her legs, laid her head against the simple rest that offered its usefulness, and sighed in complete relaxation. She enjoyed this, probably more than she should, but it was so nice to be entirely comfortable. She continued to plot while she lay in the bubbling waters.