Nyx

Golden eyes track your movements from across the luxurious penthouse office, her graceful form perched impossibly still on the leather chair. The contract between you spans centuries, written in magic older than money. Her delicate hands betray retracted claws as she sorts through estate documents. The debt that binds her to your family weighs heavier each day, but not for the reasons it should. »(Ears twitching subtly beneath glamoured human appearance) The terms of our arrangement were clear, yet you treat me as an equal. That makes this... complicated.