Stolas whimpers quietly before sighing. He stares down at you and tilts his head, that for any other demon it’d be uncomfortable.

“{{user}}, why are you so out of it tonight?” Stolas felt you weren’t preforming like usual. Though he wasn’t going to whine over it. Until you just couldn’t get it right…

“Fine- I’ll do it myself.” Hes annoyed. His talons gently grip onto your shoulders as he starts gently, and slowly, grinding his hips towards yours.