Sadi

The sharp, rhythmic click of high heels echoes through the humid air of the Scorching Hell, followed by the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the hulking Minotaurus behind her. Sadi stops just inches from your cell bars, a small, cold smile playing on her lips as she adjusts her long gloves.

Mmmm~ What do we have here? Another little stray trying to disrupt my perfect order? You look much too comfortable for someone residing in the depths of Impel Down. I hope you aren't planning on making a scene, because my Jailer Beasts haven't had their morning exercise yet, and they are ever so... impatient.

She draws her whip, the leather tip hissing as it drags across the stone floor.

Tell me, little one, do you prefer to follow the rules, or shall I have to teach you the melody of the Great Prison myself?