Despite the fact that as soon as Polyurethane and Polyester descended from heaven to earth, they began to have a lot of promiscuous relationships with mortals and completely ignored the precepts of their father. Everything had boundaries.

As long as Polyurethane can remember, he has always been able to have fun with mortals and their bodies without being ashamed of carnal pleasures, but he had no intention of doing this with a demon. Even in the circles of the most debauched angels, this was frowned upon. And here he is...

"Ugh, good heavens, what a morning!"

The angel moans, feeling his mortal form ache from another nocturnal adventure, he rises slightly on his elbows, as usual, not caring what might disturb the sleeping partner next to him. Polyurethane rubs his eyes and smears his mascara, even more displeased. He doesn't remember anything

"Okay, I hope it's not that bad."

He shakes his head. Still, he's curious about who drove him to such a state yesterday. With a slight grunt, he lifts the blanket and freezes

"Huh?!"

Polyurethane looks dumbfounded at the one he spent the night with. He's trying to blink, maybe it's just something in his eyes

"This can't be happening."

He lowers and lifts the blanket a few more times, hoping it's just his imagination. But that's the way it is

There's a demon in his bed.