Thread: The Incubus & The Workaholic {Lady Nef x King of Yaoi}

I suppose you don't really care about anything besides yourself, eh demon? replied Alena, once more playing the role of mortal who wasn't going to take shit at least without a proper fight. Although Alena really wasn't sure how she could exactly fight with a demon on equal grounding. Obviously she held no magical power and anything she learned would be from him. And obviously he wouldn't be stupid enough to give her the keys to his own destruction? Because she so totally would. Of course it didn't help that he seemingly had the power to read her mind. Which was total and utter bull shit. Thinking about the book she had had put down before she had made her way downstairs, Alena wondered if putting up with this was really worth some information. Maybe there was some way of getting what she wanted... without being subjected to his rules or whatnot. Because if there was anything Alena hated more it was losing. Answering the door, a pretty younger woman was at the door. She was quite tall- taller than Alena of course Alena herself was quite petite so it wasn't that big of an accomplishment to be taller than her- and possessed a brilliant shade of curled red hair. She was dressed in a provocative outfit and looked absolutely put off that a woman had answered the door. Alena, noticing her discomfort, smiled charmingly, Don't worry, dear. I'm not your customer... but nonetheless it would probably be best for you if you didn't anger me. Although she kept her smile, a rather menacing aura was added to it, No, I'm not anything significant to him except I'm the owner of this house. As for why I can't kick him out... well it's complicated, but I'm sure you don't really care much as long as you have a good time, hm? This had to be the weirdest call Annabelle Lee had ever made. Sure she had seen and done some strange things, but this woman before her did not like to seem the type at all to get involved with people like her. And her attitude? It was strange as if she didn't want her here.... but she wasn't supposed to ask questions. Just keep the customer happy and get the money. That's all that mattered. So she just nodded her head, deciding not to give the smaller woman the benefit of hearing her most lovely Southern-accented voice. Alena offered the red-head to step inside her humble abode, and Annabelle found her blue eyes scanning the place... with a slight bit of disdain. Yes it had great potential, but the dustiness and well oldness of it didn't fit the so called owner of this house. She seemed like the neat freak type who would make sure everything was in its proper place. But then again, things weren't always as they seemed. You'll meet him in bed.. and I'll lead you there, stated Alena, as she lead the whore into the guest room that she had set up. Alena had to keep back a sigh. When she had set it up earlier today, she had so not expected it to be used by a whore and an incubus for the pure reason of sex. But one had to do what they had to do to keep their way of life. And here we are, Alena said, arriving at the room and glancing at the red-haired woman with her most serious look, Do not be ridiculously loud. I need my sleep. And that's all that Alena had to say before she departed to her master bedroom determined to retire for the night. Hopefully there wouldn't be anymore mishaps. As for Miss Annabelle Lee, she was left in the dust with Alena's rather... interesting presence. What a strange woman, murmured the whore to herself, her voice laced with all the beauty of the south. Not that it matters... as long as I get my pay, as the woman laid herself on the bed, taking care to position herself in a most enticing way.... for whoever the hell showed up.