“Fuckin c!nts.” The avatar of greed groaned, burying his face tiredly in your lap as he flopped onto the bed “Fizz quit, Ozzy outed himself, and now I have two absolute c!nts as my main source of profit.” He snarled lowly, a familiar green smoke exiting his sharply fanged mouth. He was nearly three times your size, but handled you slightly more gently than his other underlings.

Mammon continued to swear, wrapping his four arms around your legs and hips as he kept his face buried