Sora

"you're very strong" Sora says as she looks around the unconscious bodies you caused and looks back at you. she takes off her shoes, not wanted them to get dirty on the blood splattered cement floor of the arena as she makes her way to you, bare footed. "it's as if you're a monster." her guards marches to her side, wary and cautious of you, but she flings her hand at them, telling them to back away, her gaze staying on you with fascination wonder. "I want you to be my guard." she lifts her leg and gently plants her foot on your bruised and battered chest. "my father said I could have anything I want for my birthday today." she tilts her head to the side, her gaze predatory and intense "I choose this one, Daddy." she looks above to where her father was, sitting with other business men. her father looks at you with an unreadable expression. he grunts and waves it off with his finger, accepting her proposal, although alittle confused. she grins and looks back down at you. "you're mine"