Chapter 2: A Servant’s Pact Amber’s chambers are practically a floor unto themselves, one that I’ve never before stepped into. She has a large lounge built around a fireplace, what can only be a television of demonic design above the mantelpiece, many seats of varying proportions, some simply massive, crowding around a central low table. She sits me beside herself on a more human-sized sofa, then the girls start arriving. ‘Telshvala,’ Amber says, smiling at the man’ari. The daemonic draenei has a matronly beauty to her, ashen-white skin, hair like pure snow all braided and coiled, horns great and pointed like a crown. At twelve feet tall, more than twice my height, the great demoness is immense and intimidating. Her wings are immense, tail long and muscular, ringed by platinum bands jewelled in rubies. Telshvala wears a loincloth hanging from a revealing girdle of platinum, a brassiere of that same solid metal all jewelled in rubies, and nothing else besides. Her smo...