"You're asking me to do WHAT now?" the redheaded demon hunter asked Father Salade incredulously. The darkly-dressed father of the Church of the Holy Maiden in Pot-a-Feu smirked a little, leaning back in his chair. He had just summoned Prier from her room, who was getting ready for Christmas by personally decorating her particular room for the festivities. Dressed in a different set of clothes, this one a sweater and a pair of black pants to keep her warm, it was a bit disappointing for the older gentleman who loved to see her in her normal battle blouse.
"All I'm asking you to do is dress up as Santa Claus this year and go around delivering presents. It's good for morale! And we haven't had a good celebration in a while. Besides, all the kids love and know you, so you're naturally the best choice for it. Besides, with your...er, appetite, blowing through the milk and cookies they all leave out won't be a problem," Salade grinned, looking up at the now-fuming redhead. Moving over, he took out an entire Miss Santa costume from the drawer, tailored to fit Prier's rather generous curves and more conservative than her regular outfit despite its otherwise outlandish intention. Taking the costume in her hands, along with the black boots, brown stockings to keep her warm and the customary hat and sack, Prier sighed irritably in defeat and headed up to her dormitory.
A triumphant smile was plastered over Salade's face. "And one again for old Father Salade! Wonder if the sheer amount of milk and cookies will break Prier's massive appetite...?"
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The Lilith looked at her new castle, fashioned in the Devil's Stomach. It had been recently vacated by none other than La Pucelle itself, and so she was quite satisfied with how good of a job they had done. She had taken the time to lay the rest of the souls in peace, not wanting to disturb the rest of what La Pucelle had done. She may have been a demoness, but she was a particularly refined form of demoness. Shaking her head of long silky hair, her wings fluffing slightly, she looked at the wide hall before her, humming to herself. "hmhmhmhm...Well, this will be an interesting turn of events. Milady wants me to turn this particular girl...Prier, into an avatar of her own desires! Well, that might be fun. She's gluttonous, already curvy, and has a special job for the coming days..."
She walked amongst the marble pillars of the grand hall towards a plush seat she fashioned for herself, tracing a cheek with her finger. "And once I nab her with the bait, I'll reel her in here...and then the real fun will begin~" she snickered before taking a seat on the throne. A few magic circles appeared before a couple of mages and shamans appeared, bowing politely before their mistress. Crossing her legs, she rests her head on her hands, letting out a sultry giggle at her subordinates. "Well then...it's time for us to start...~"
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