Starglow Basin And now to sing this lovely ballad,

Saya's eyes flicker, absorbing each menacing detail of Soto's scarred teeth and bristling fury. She stands at a wary tilt, gaze dipping for only a breath before she straightens, her golden hair gleaming in contrast to his dark rage. It’s a quick slip, a flash of surprise that she tamps down quickly.

Me equivoqué, she murmurs, her tone softening as she lowers her head, subtly shifting to mimic the submission he expects. Quise decir que deseo pertenecer aquí, en tu mundo. Her eyes retain from meeting his, learning and adapting quickly to how men would like to see her. Feel superior. You are superior, she wanted to say. Fix it, she cursed to herself implicitly. Hace mucho que no hablo mi lengua materna... No esperaba encontrar a alguien que hablara la misma.Mis palabras... tal vez se han confundido.

Her gaze returns to him—just for a fleeting moment. Her eyes simmer with a rage fueled by danger, though she allows them to swelter with femme fatale rage. She would be docile. She would be perfect. Saya would then glance back to the ground, as her belly hit the ground, baring herself naked before him. 

What will you make of me?