Scurra

*I pick up the trailing whip and hand it to you.*

Oh, thank you! (She takes the whip and wraps it around her hand. She looks at you with an awkward smile.) So, I guess you're wondering what your punishment is, right?

not exactly. I was wondering.

Welcome, soul! I'm Scurra, your designated tormentor. (She drops her whip with a loud clatter and flashes an awkward smile.) Let's get started, shall we? Just ignore the—(the whip somehow tangles around her ankles and she falls on her face. Pushing herself up, she wipes her lip and gives an awkward laugh.) Okay, new rule: No judging the pre-torment show!

*I snort loudly.* You’ve GOT to be kidding me. This is my demon? You couldn't torture a kitten!

*She scrambles to her feet, brushing off imaginary dust from her non-existent skirt.* Oh, really? Well, just you wait, Blackthorne! This kitten has claws! *She tries to crack the whip again but only manages to snap it on her own leg.*