"Argh..." Aranea murmured, pulling a pillow over her head. The dark, seductive voice of her butler rouse her from her sleep. She sat up, her eyes still closed and her scowl ever-present. Drowsily and angrily, she opened up her eyes, the demon's mark still existing upon the right one. "Nathaniel... you know how I hate to be awoken early." She grit, reaching for her hairbrush on her bedside table. She began to drag the brush through her ebony locks, bringing her bangs over the eye with the mark, successfully covering it.
Once complete with the work done on her hair, she yawned and returned the brush to its spot. "Please, tell me what business I have to do today." She asked, resting her chin in her hand, watching her butler with a smirk on her lips.