Seraph's golden eyes trailed up and down Ishtar's naked body as she slowly turned around, examining her curves and the swirl of colours, emotions and sensations that was her soul. She was confused, no doubt unsure just what he was intending for her next. That depends, are you thankful that I chose you to be my partner for the night? Or would you have preferred it if some other monster, or monsters as the case may be, grabbed you? You can tell the truth, even if you doubt it's what I want to hear. Seraph did love presenting people with choices, especially when the options were so heavily weighed in his favour that the chance of them picking the option he didn't want was tiny.

Ishtar had almost totally forgotten about the prom, so wrapped up in her dealing with Seraph. No, I am grateful that you chose me to be yours for the night. I would rather not have been taken by anyone else here. For that I am thankful. Ishtar hoped that it was what the fallen angel wanted to hear. She instinctively began to cover herself as to hide her features from anyone else that might be looking over at her. Still there was little she could to hide her nubile body from the rest of the monsters at the prom. It was only Seraph that was keeping her safe from the creatures here, even if that 'safety' came as price.