Lighthart
"Why, do you doubt my nature? My, my. I like to think myself as pretty nice, but even I have lines I wouldn't cross." She chuckled to herself. It wouldn't hurt to play around a little, humoring little ones was another duty she liked to indulge from time to time.
Then, she tensed up a little in surprize. When she turned around to face Morningstar, it was with a full on slasher smile which needed not a single word. You could simply feel what she was thinking, which probably went something like: I like the way you're thinking.
Thus, with a dramatic snap of her fingers, she raised her hand. Beams of light surged forth her arm and wrapped around the poor demon, coiling around her flesh and pressing against her, twisting her limbs and digging into her marvelously while exposing more of her glistening skin.
"Sadly, tormenting little demons is not one of them!" Her grin turned about as cheeky and dignified as it could get while she dragged her over the table by the ropes, a gleam of golden light shining through her eye. The rope even gagged her mouth, this was a truly expert work through and through that even she had to admire.
"You were already a marvelous flower, but this view is simply sublime. Even the look below is garbage compared to this, it's like you were born to fit these ropes~"
Then, she puffed her chest proudly. "This has to be my masterpiece!" She cheered, absolutely proud in her handwork with a beaming pure smile.
