That same night.
East Borough.
In an inconspicuous room, a lady in a layered black dress and black veil stood in the only spot that could still be considered clean.
Before her, a woman knelt on the floor, staring at the feet revealed beneath the black-dressed lady's skirt. A beastlike growl came from her throat, and her eyes brimmed with longing, as if she wanted to rush forward and kiss those feet.
But she restrained herself with all her might, making her entire body tremble.
A soft, gentle female voice drifted down from above. "On the eighteenth, that is, Saturday night, did you attend a mysterious gathering?"
"Saturday gathering..." The woman on the ground struggled to breathe, trying to use the motion to maintain her restraint. "I don't know about any gathering, ma'am. I went to sleep early that Saturday night. I wasn't feeling well, so I didn't go out onto the streets to solicit customers."
The soft yet seductive voice slowly said, "Are you sure? I think you should remember carefully."
"I'm sure!"
The woman on the ground seemed unable to restrain herself any longer. She lunged forward at those fair, crystalline feet, trying to embrace and kiss them.
Suddenly, one of those feet lifted and gently came down, stepping on her head and reducing her field of vision to a narrow slit.
"Think carefully. Did you say at a gathering that a terrifying Demoness had come to Backlund?"
"I can't remember. I can't remember!"
Tears and snot poured from the woman on the ground as her hands clawed wildly. "Please, please hold me tight. I want it, I want it..."
A soft laugh rang out from behind the veil. It was so crisp, like that of an innocent young girl.
"You wasted so much of my time without