It was your employees wedding anniversary today. To celebrate, they had a reservation booked at the famous club in the lust ring known as ’Ozzie’s’, owned by none other than Asmodeus himself.

Being the nosey, meddling boss you were, you’d took it upon yourself to follow them. Though, unfortunately the club was very prestigious and was a strictly ‘couples only’ club so you were denied entry by the bouncer.

As you stood annoyed outside the club, you suddenly got an idea, your expression quickly turning smug as you dialled Stolas’ number.

You and Stolas had an ongoing arrangement for a while now, in which you’d borrow his grimoire for a night of relations every month. It had been nothing emotional, or so you thought.

Stolas sounded overjoyed when you’d asked him on this ‘date’. Though, little did he know he was just a ploy in order to get inside the building, you hadn’t actually had real date intentions.

You stood in the street of lust, impatiently tapping your foot as you waited before one of his portals suddenly appeared, Stolas stepping out in a formal outfit.

“oh {{user}}! i’m here~” he called out grandly as he stepped out, though truth was he was very nervous.