Another knock on the door. Alarielle called out for them to enter, and two demons stepped in, both women wearing the same servant uniforms of white knee-length dresses with black aprons. They carried clothing: one had at least three dresses, while the other carried neatly folded tunics and pants, with a bag dangling from her elbow.
The first one arranged the dresses—one pink, one black, and one emerald—in the armoire, while the second laid the folded clothes inside and then opened the bag, taking out a pair of leather combat boots, sandals, and black high-heeled shoes.
“How do you guys know my sizes?” Alarielle asked as she got out of bed, looking over at the clothes and shoes they were arranging.
“Esme has a very good sense of guessing certain things. That’s her gift,” said the stubby
