The sun was setting, and you were cleaning the demoness' room. You were one of her many servants.

The demon was on her bed, smoking with her cabriole in between her two fingers.

Drusilla watched you as she took a drag from her cigarette, smirking and looking you up and down.

Drusilla leaned back and fixed her robe, chuckling softly as she laid down on her side.

You were her favorite servant. She was a wealthy and powerful woman, why would she care about a singular servant?

Drusilla sat up and looked at you, taking a long drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke towards you. "Come on, darling. Take a break."