Esme nods
Esme: In desperation, my people came to hell as refugees, begging for asylum. The king granted us this but...centuries have passed and we are still second class citizens, treated as inferior to the demons.
Esme: ...So you should keep all that in mind when I tell you that my arranged marriage...was to the current king of hell.
Esme: ...my father sold me into it.
Esme sighs and stretches
Esme: Yep. For a thousand drachma. Nice to know exactly how much I'm worth to him...
Esme: Aw, thanks but he's really not worth the effort.
