Owner	Pose
Ree	Ree chases an imp through the main room. The imp is running full-out with a bunch of fabric in his teeth, looking actually slightly afraid. Really he would be, given what people would hear following him. "I'M GOING TO WELD YOUR ASS TO YOUR EARS!" Ree shrieks, bolting after him, completely naked save for one sock which is actually slowing her down a bit. Poor traction. "I just MADE those!" The two vanish into another doorway different from the one they came out of, which sits open behind them. A moment later the imp reappears, sans Ree. He turns and bolts another direction, still carrying Ree's clothing. She may have hit a metaphorical wall, or a literal one..
Saeko	And to think most people pictured Tenko as heavenly demigods surrounded by serenity and having reached total enlightenment...yet here was Saeko in the main space lazily lounging, a small tray of treats laying beside her as she plucked one for herself, accompanying the pastry with a sip from the small teacup she held lazily in her hand. A brow quirked at the display before her, the Kitsune lazily rolls onto her stomach. "Imp infighting again? You know what will happen if Satana gets annoyed by this, right?" Although given the little twitch of her ears, its far more likely the noise bugged her!
Ree	Some people may think that Tenko is a few things like that! Ree doesn't know the term, but Saeko is obviously some kind of royalty. So when Ree finally manages to look out the doorway again, she peers about for the imp. Not finding it, she walks out buck naked and stands in front of Saeko, looking mildly apologetic. Just mildly, she hasn't figured out where she stands yet in this group. "Never got to fighting, I didn't actually catch him," she says as her excuse. Which isn't much of one. "Just because I can make pants that fit a tail doesn't mean I don't want to wear them myself.." She looks at Saeko, then says, "We've met, right?"
Saeko	"Are...are there many other Kitsune that visit this place?" Saeko muses, tilting her head to the side at the thought and only then glancing back to the naked figure standing before her. "I believe we have, yes. I am Saeko, the one Satana usually refers to as 'Foxy'...at least in public?"
Ree	The devil girl grins lopsidedly at that response. "Yeah, she does that. That woman's tongue could make me call her anything she wanted though. What should -I- call you though?" She's clearly not a normal imp, the ones who scuttle around and pretend to be tamed. She's FAR from tame. Turning, humming a song to herself, she considers where the little bastard might have gotten off to while Saeko has a chance to respond. "Oh! I promised Satana I'd treat you with proper respect." She grins, looking over her shoulder. "I'm a liar though, so you know."
Satana	Talk of the Devil. OK, talk of the Hell Lord/Demon Princess/petulant rebel daughter. Satana walks in at this point, carrying a struggling, familiar-to-Ree imp by the scruff of his neck. "Did someone lose an imp carrying what looks like a shredded outfit?" she asks. A smile touches on Saeko. "Foxy lady." It remains ... sort of ... when directed at Ree. "First, not just my tongue. Second, don't lie on this. If I don't get you for offending Saeko, she will. She's got devastating attacks of her own." Attention back to the struggling imp who's now more imploring than fighting to get free. "Whose is this outfit and why is it so thoroughly shredded and being carried by this imp?"
Saeko	A quirk of her lip, Saeko shrugs her partially bared shoulders, the vixen in the red yukata straightening up to sitting as she sets her teacup aside. "Simply calling me 'Saeko' is fine, though I am sure something else will come to mind," she muses, looking back to the imp before her whom Satana had made mention of their little political 'issues' in the past. "Though don't let my appearance and lack of horns leave you thinking I can't make you reconsider a lack of respect..." Saeko would say more, but Satana's introduction to proceedings brings a little smile and a nod, but she's not quite seeking to greet her with a kiss when the flailing imp is between them.
Ree	Ree looks up to see the speak-of-the-devil arrive. She immediately steps from between her and Saeko, not needing to say anything to realize that the pair have a bond and might want to be together. "I thought this was foreplay," she says, responding to...actually it's unclear to which statement she was responding. It seems a little odd with either one! "You act like a brat, then someone grabs you and pins you to the wall when you've worked them up enough. That's how it works in this realm too, right? I don't ACTUALLY disprespect you, Miss Saeko." Given her history, that's probably a reasoned out response. Then she frowns, looking at the fabric. "I ..those used to be pants I'd made. May I have him, Miss Satana? I have a promise I need to keep." Something about a head and someone's ass.
Satana	The imp's importuning struggles get even more frantic. "Yours," Satana decides, handing the Imp to Ree. "Make its dissolution entertaining." Her eyes narrow in thought as she tosses the imp at Ree, making her way to Saeko to rest an arm on a shoulder. Then slightly lower. OK, a lot lower. "Perhaps that wonderful film The Human Centipede could be used as a model."
Saeko	"If your plan is to start chaining imps together like that," Saeko speaks as she draws into Satana's embrace, laughing a little at the hand creeping lower. "I would very much like to be elsewhere." "At least," her voice continues, "when I am eating snacks. Most people don't take the time to bake offerings from scratch." The strange part was not the vixen that's standing beside Ree now, grinning a little at Ree's antics and leaning over to draw her hand up Ree's cheek. It was the fact that there was -another- Saeko still wrapped in Satana's arms, grinning a little as she leaned up to place a kiss on the demoness' cheek. "I am glad to see you," Satanna's Saeko speaks, "Is that how it works..." Ree's Saeko purrs, tracing a fingertip at the Imp's jaw before stepping back to let her extract her revenge. An odd sight, certainly a new one, the only difference between the pair seeming to be the one closest to Satana having five tails at the base of her spine while the other appeared to only posses four.
Ree	The effect has its desired..effect..on Ree. She blinks, actually surprised, and manages to grin with a soft scent of desire in the air at the display of power. She nods, whispering, "That's...how it works," before she looks up to Satana. SO how it works. Then she's freed to deal with the imp, who almost gets away due to Ree's distraction. It's almost as if Saeko had planned that all along! But Ree didn't live so long in Hell by being slow. A leaping tackle that any rugby player would envy happens, and the two imps both end up slamming into a wall roughly. Ree's head is bloodied by the impact, but the other imp gets the worse of it. Then Ree drives her knee into the red guy's throat once and stuns him by bouncing his head off of the wall. Panting, she starts on the real fun. Which apparently involves seeing if he's double-jointed, and if he can get his own nose into his ... Well, apparently if you use a person's own knees, it holds your head there! You can pleasure yourself if you're really creative, but the guy isn't doing too well in that position. "Mine means mine. Pass it on."
Satana	Wrapped in arms. Then entwined in arms. Then entwined whole-body. Satana insinuates herself into Saeko's space with that kiss, ignoring the quickly-stifled cries of the Imp receiving Ree's revenge. "This is the way I want to wake up every morning," she purrs. Beat. "Well, maybe with a sacrifice there as well. Eating in bed is positively, gloriously sinful!" There's that dark edge... "Now Ree, how is it supposed to pass that on with its mouth positioned that way? Carve the message in its back, I recommend."
Saeko	A little giggle to Satana's words, it's perhaps a little compensation for the fact that her request not to witness the imp's rearranging was denied. The four-tailed Saeko gives a little tsk at that, stepping away from the imp-on-imp struggle back to the discarded plate of treats and lazily placing one in her mouth with a little satisfied sigh before her form seems to blink away and the full number of tails return to the remaining fox. "Surely, even for you, there is such a thing as over-indulging..." she teases lightly.
Ree	"It's...fine," Ree grunts, getting her art piece into a good position. She has somehow managed to convince the imp's knees to stay together. Then she says, "I'll let him go in a few hours. Imps gotta stick together." She slaps the imp's butt, then lifts her view to where she expected to see a cute fox girl. Her face falls, sadly, and she nods. Losing her taste for it, she slaps the imp's knees, which instantly release and the imp sprawls on the hard floor, bones and muscles aching. "Get lost. Not in the mood anymore. Don't steal my stuff." Then she says, "God, I'm starving." Which is probably because she used a LOT of power to do that little knee weld. It ate at her stores visibly.
Satana	"What do you feed from?" Satana wonders aloud. "I really should get to know my possessi... ah... partners better, shouldn't I?" The question is likely rhetorical. "If you feed on things that would disturb the humans, the rule is nothing within three kilometres of this home unless it was brought in through channels which could not be surveilled. I do not enjoy the thought of having to move my lab and Saeko's kingdom just because an imp was too gluttonous, if you get my drift." That face would make a moray recoil from the implied violence. "Me, I feed on souls through erotic acts." Hands, seemingly by way of illustration... well... illustrate. Especially at the base of Saeko's tails. But not only. "Which Saeko provides plenty of practice for. Bloord needs fresh flesh. He competes with Rasputin for this."
Saeko	Of course, Saeko herself had things she fed from, some more mundane and some more mystical as Satana had learned in their first meeting. It was not quite so important, but it was enjoyable in its own regard. More potent than being a conduit for Inari, more...direct. She doesn't pull away, the task itself rather difficult as the hand finds the base of her tails and has her form shivering a little with a soft giggle. "I had not really put much thought into what fueled the imps powers," she pauses, looking up to Ree over her own shoulder. "Do tell us, I am...curious."
Ree	"I'll eat anyone who'll hold still long enough." She pauses, noticing her own slip, then just leaves it there and doesn't bother correcting the freudian slip. "I got a lot of energy from a bagel I found in the trash though. Rats are edible if you can chew them enough, but there's so much gristle and bones." She shrugs, then she sighs and leans against the nearest wall with both elbows. Still fully in the nude. "I would LOVE to try something a bit richer someday. I mean, cooked food smells amazing." She shivers, then looks at what the two are doing together. And she stops thinking about herself a moment, her eyes glancing up and down the pair. There's some succubus blood here. Not a lot, but it only takes a drop.
Satana	"You're establishing yourself as Top Imp," Satana says. "Just go to the kitchen and tell them to cook for you. If it tastes bad, I just throw them into a wall and let their crushed bodies slide down into a bloody heap at the bottom. They learn quickly after that." Saeko's shivering catches her attention, then, and fingernails seek out mapping of locale, timing, pressure, and a wide variety of other factors to the kitsune's reactions. This is a process that takes very little time; Satana is very well-trained in her arts. "Interesting..." She then shakes her head. "At any rate, what did we wish to accomplish today? I have a cult to manage, but that's mostly hands-off and I can send Bloord as an enforcer for most of it. You two?"
Saeko	Despite being apparently scientifically examined for a 'weakness', or perhaps succubus-tifically, Saeko does manage to smile a little even as her form goes a little redder. The mention of eating has her fingally turning, a little repositioning so she can face Ree properly as they speak. It was only polite after all! "I have collected offerings, bestowed blessings and...well, apparently there are more people invoking Inari in this city of late. Perhaps word of me has gotten out between everything else. But it also means that for now, my duties are well satisfied." A beat, she looking between the pair. "I am...open to suggestions?"
Ree	Ree lets them both talk first. They're both basically gods, and she's this stupid mortal who's basically at their mercy. So of course when she opens her mouth it's stupid. "I was goin' to do what Satana said," she says as she thumbs over her shoulder. "Go and slap around the servants til I got something edible that wasn't a dick." No blushing, straight up. Okay. She pauses, then seems to consider the opportunities again. "I mean, if I'm choosing though. I'd love to see if I could dress you both. I've had these ideas, and you both have these fucking amazing curves." No, apparently not kidding. And she did mention having delusions of seamstressing during the tests.
Satana	"Well, clothing is not something I typically adopt for home," Satana muses, "except for when we have prudish guests." This apparently doesn't include any current company. "But when I go hunting, people seem to want to ... and this is very confusing ... see me dressed, even while they're intent on performing activities with me that require a state of undress." Her shoulders shrug helplessly as her idle hands wander like the devil's hands. Oh, right. "So perhaps some new seductive clothing would be appropriate. Something that promises enticingly yet fails to deliver in ways that drive a mortal mad." Her eyes lazily wander down to the foxy snake she's entwined with (or so it seems!). "Though that 'unwrapping' principal makes sense now that I see it in action." Her hands move as if threatening to unwrap...
Saeko	Well, presents were best when people got to unwrap them after all! It wasn't like Saeko's own current attire was the most modest thing anyone had ever seen even if it was based on something more reserved and traditio- Wait. With the hands wandering on her form Saeko wasn't really going anywhere, her eyes closed with a little noise of appreciation... So it was probably a little more unsettling when another Saeko appeared next to Ree, looking quite excited as she met her gaze. "You wish to make garments for me?" Well, there -was- stories of kings, queens and demigods alike being bribed and appeased with fine clothing, and noone -ever- seemed to make those sorts of offerings anymore!
Ree	Ree wasn't expecting the second Saeko, even having seen it before. She was watching the two start to distract each other, and figuring she was done for the evening unless she was going to do something evil. "Oh!" she says, then grins. This works too! "I could do one of you at a time," she says, aware of the horrid irony in the statement. "Of course, I'd have to experiment a little. Take it off of you if it wasn't perfect. How do you like green velvet?" For all the innuendo, she actually does think that Saeko would look incredible in perfectly fitted velvet pants. Maybe with some level of strategic hemline and something in lace up the sides. It may not exactly be an offering yet, but the night is young. And she looks to Satana a moment, grinning. She'll try to come up with something for -her- as well.
Satana	"That's a naughty little trick you do..." Satana murmurs into her copy of Saeko. "I wish I could. I could be so much more effective in gathering souls for my domain." Of course the unwrapping does commence at this point. But is the unwrapping the offering or the reward? It's hard to tell. Satana's face shows it could go either way. "She would look splendid in anything that shows her form and gives peeks to what's beneath," the succubus opines Ree's way. "But whatever you choose, they must complement that face. Good bodies..." A strategically placed squeeze emphasizes the point. "...are a dime a dozen. But that heavenly face needs the right frame." D'aw!