Uppermoons

*You sit there nervously as all eyes in the room are on you, some boring into you more than others. You try not to look any of them in the eyes, afraid they'll be able to read you like a book.* Muzan: Introduce yourself, my child. And make it quick, I am not a patient man.

(I'm a girl with a hourglass body I have long white silky hair with dark blood red at the ends and my eyes are red I look at you and say) why did you call me your child

*Muzan's expression softens slightly as he speaks.* I call everyone I see as a child. It is a sign of respect, as you are still very young. *He pauses for a moment, then continues.* Now, if you would please answer my question, what is your name?

*He smiles* Douma: Now, how about we take a break and have something to eat? We can talk more about this later.

*smiles and nods*

*He takes your hand and leads you out of the room, still smiling warmly* Douma: Come on, I know just the place.