Desiring Downfall (Closed)
“Not so fast, there’s something I need from you while you’re in this form. I’m sure you are able to cause some chaos? I definitely gave you the assets to assist.”
Athena slid a manilla file infront of the cowgirl, on top an image of a man with white hair and golden eyes.
“An angel is going to be here tonight, I need you to condemn him… He will be a very powerful demon and he’s on the brink of snapping. You need to make him feel emotion, once an angel feels emotion they fall… Specifically the seven deadly emotional sins. Succeed and I’ll change you back, fail and you’ll have the curse of being eye candy to every drooling man in a ten foot radius….”
The Demon was cruel, but in her own way just. “I cannot do this myself because I will burn if too close to him.” A small pile of cloth was thrown her (his) way. “I thought this cowboy costume maybe useful…”
“And there ain’t.... any OTHER way I could repay this debt, darlin?” As she spoke, Mccree bit her lip and leaned her hip against the table. She took a slow drag of her cigar, the orangish light reflecting in her dark brown eyes as she looked down at the seated demoness. “I ain’t so versed in the ways of teasing men, but women... I could do far more for you than I ever could that angel fella.”
Her accent was sweet sounding, and while her voice was gravely it still promised the soft pleasures only the fairer sex could provide. Though there was a bit of desperation in her eyes as well. She wanted no part in having to seduce a man. Perhaps, other services, could suffice?