The poor demon's head was spinning. She could hardly figure out what he'd just said as it had come in such a whirlwind. All she knew was she was being brought before a table and being told about getting clubs and signing things. She felt almost dizzy.

"W-Wait! Just a moment! I-I haven't agreed to anything!" Rozalin cried, though briefly wondered if it was falling on deaf ears. "I... this... I can't possibly..."

Or could she? Would it really be so awful to try? How hard could this so called game be? Still, she felt like she really rather would just watch.