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Alaska wasn’t much of a party-goer but Malphas certainly was. She enjoyed the buzz of alcohol and the haze of being stoned, the thrumming in her veins when she was dancing and the thrill of pursuing a potential hook-up.
Currently, Malphas was doing the latter. She was standing outside someone’s house - whoever was throwing the party - and smoking a joint while eyeing a pretty woman just a few feet away. Malphas knew her from several parties but somehow they’d never talked, despite keeping obviously throwing glances at each other. The other woman was a little taller than Alaska was and she definitely looked less plain with her tan skin and dyed hair than Malphas, but the demon knew appeal and judging from the woman’s eyes raking over her body every now and then, the interest was definitely shared.
And though it was farfetched, Malphas couldn’t help the idea of this woman knowing her, being one of her customers who paid to watch Malphas get off alone or with the help of toys or other women. She knew she had a view watchers in Starlight Valley but so far, she hadn’t met any.
❝ Hey babygirl, ❞ Malphas said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. ❝ I think we’ve been playing long enough, haven’t we? ❞ She took a drag from the joint and watched the smoke coil when she exhaled; Malphas dragged her eyes back to the woman’s. ❝ My name’s Alaska, what’s yours? ❞