❝ Call me crazy but.... I think that was our best performance yet~ ❞ Fizz smugly says, draped over Asmodeus's shoulders like a boa, body limp and legs lightly kicking as he continues with a conceited hum, ❝ Not that we've ever had a BAD performance. ❞ - (*hands over a Boyfrien*)
It was a rare sight to see the embodiment of lust show up at his own establishment. The towering demon was often busy with the duties that each of the seven princes had to deal with on the DAILY, hardly having time to please himself or others. So the fact that his off chance visit was so entertaining? Perhaps he’d have to visit on a more regular basis.
❝ But of course, I wouldn’t call it anything less, ❞ head shifts so that gaze fell upon the other’s form wrapped around him almost akin to a piece of rope. If it was anyone else, they wouldn’t have been so lucky ... but for fizz? The king of lust could always make an exception.
Clawed hand lifts underneath the clown’s chin, scratching lightly with a single finger as sauve chuckle leaves his lips. ❝ Although, it wouldn’t have been as special without that EXHILARATING introduction though~ ❞













