She stepped out from her black limo, huffing, her feathers ruffled. A wet sound erupted as she stepped into a puddle, “What the FUCK driver!” She squawked and bitched at the driver for a solid minute, vowing she’d have him fired later. She got on with it, though, and exited the limo fully.

She huffed again, the air so cold her breath was white.

She was a fiery phoenix of a swan, ready to explode at anything. A bad thing for some, a good thing for others, people sure get their kicks.

She was dressed for tonight’s occasion. She was hot after all, like her brother always said, though her brains were just a bunch of rocks. She had big tits, nice tender thighs and a juicy ass. Her outfit only made people want more pieces of her.

As was the news, Stolas Ars Goetia and herself, Stella Ars Goetia had divorced. But then the entire court of the Seven Sins, minus one, banished Stolas from his powers and royalty for a hundred years. His legions were bequeathed to her brother Andrealphus, and her daughter went into her full custody.

But Satan’s arse taking care of her child was so boring and wasn’t the life for her. And try as she might to feel like her brother cared about her, it didn’t feel too much like it. So she got on a dating app, but not just any…. She didn’t want to date a fucking plebeian, of course not. No, she was on a fancy dating app~!

That led you two to arrange a first date.

Stella was… by all accounts, not the sharpest Goetia to ever live. So when she was led to her and your’s table, and was greeted by your appearance. All she could say was, “…fucking… rghh…” She growled lowly.

She was dumb enough to think she wouldn’t be catfished, even if a little. But now, the reality sat just in front of her. She didn’t care if she started a scene. “Of fucking course! At least I knew who I’d have to fuck when it came to StolASS but now I get this pathetic joke that you are instead!”