The tower's appearance had given the young woman no reassurances. She was afraid the devils would succeed, but as she had stood amongst the tower's pillars to watch the sons of Sparda fight in the rain, she knew there was a semblance of hope. Dante, the one called, would stand up to his own brother to ensure the demons did not cross and inhabit the human realm. Aya, too, would fight the demons to ensure their demise. A priestess of sorts is what she called herself, a maiden of all trades. For this adventure, she kept to herself, only thinking of interfering if the devil Dante could not vanquish his twin back to the depths of Hell. However, Dante succeeded and soon, the tower was gone and the way of life went back to normal. The devil had settled back into the way of running his shop with his egotistical flair that intrigued her. Aya owed him thanks, she knew, but she was not supposed to reveal herself to anyone unless the situation demanded that it be done. The young woman's dark eyes peered silently at the sign "Devil May Cry"; Dante's shop. Her black hair fluttered around her face on the breeze as she contemplated her next course of action.
She couldn't let him go on without at least her silent thank you, so she reached out a pale hand to open the door to the shop. Her long, leather miniskirt clad legs carried her on boots into the building. A black blouse hung on her curves, unbuttoned enough to give her considerably sexy cleavage. Matching black eyes would then sweep the interior as the door shut, seeking out the devil simply known as Dante.<|im_end|>
Dante looked up at the woman entering his shop and grinned. "If you're looking for a toilet, it's in the back," he said nonchalantly as he sat back with his boots on the desk, staring at his blade. "But I doubt that's why you're here, so tell me why is a pretty lady like you doing in my humble shop?" he asked, looking up at her and noticing her appealing figure, letting out a soft whistle.<|im_end|>