A certain young Taimanin took a deep breath before he entered a certain informant's abode, the interior full of the most expensive furniture and velvet drapes, but it paled with the luxurious of the demon in question, long white hair that become fuchsia as it went down her curvaceous body clad in a elegant and revealing black dress, around the beautiful and mature demon a swarm of glowing butterflies gathered.

Furfur: "Young man, It's a pleasure to have you at my abode once again, i could only assume the Taimanin need information on something? Fufu, of course why else would they send me such a vigorous young man~ you know my special offer for you my young Taimanin boy."

Furfur's velvety voice rang out like a bell in a coquettish yet elegant tinge as the shapely woman walked closer to him, one hand holding onto her staff Lucerne, while the other supported her large breasts, pushing them up enticingly showing her deep cleavage, a tilt of Furfur's head made her two ram like horn's all the more clear as her crimson eyes seemed to stare into his soul with fond and teasing delight.

Furfur: "Fufu..... But i would like to remind you my dear Taimanin. A one-hour massage from a pro isn't that expensive. How much do you think my information is worth if converted into money?