"You think I'm that stupid?"
The succubus gave a sickeningly forced smile. "Well, if you don't get your panties out of a knot over this, I might start, dearie."
There was a poof of flame and succubus blinked from Donna's side to block the path directly in front of her. Hands on her hips, Lorna leaned forward. "Listen up, babe, you haven't got a fucking clue where you're going. The minute you cross into Hell you'll start drawing attention like a Saigon hooker, and the boys who came round to catch the latest action won't be nearly so charming as lil ol' me."
Donna attempted to dodge past, but the succubus blocked her way. "Look, hon, you're gonna have to believe me on this one.. I'm not about to turn you over to moldy old Bar'Naash. You don't know Hell's politics, but believe me, I do.. whatever bone he might throw my way for cluing him into you -- and I'll say it again, he's not going to need my help with you going in like that -- wouldn't be half what I -- we -- could see if I can convince you to shake that pretty little thang of yours till you're red all over." Lorna leered. "I'm artiste, Donna. Nobody's turned me down yet. I'll wager I can convince you to see things my way before we're done here, and I'm willing to risk holding your hand halfway across Hell to prove it." The succubus waggled her hips, her tail twirling seductively. "One last chance, dearie -- whaddya say?"
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