A rundown shack by the highway

Half a day had passed and the sun began to set, turning the sky into a brilliant painting of blue, orange and purple hues. Jaylee parked the car as best she could in front of a fenced off bungalow shack. The house had a small unkept lawn in front, which was quite different to the neighbouring lawns, which weren't the most pristine you'd find but were at least semi-presentable. A big truck tire lay in the middle like a sore thumb. The house itself needed new shingles, a fresh lick of paint, and fixed windows. It was a little bit of an eyesore honestly. And yet something about it made Jaylee feel like she wanted this place for herself, that she would rather live here then any mansion, even though clearly nobody in their right mind would ever live here willingly. All three of them got out the car, Belial under Naamah's arm like a bedroll. They walked up to the chain link fence gate, which had a busted up little intercom, a sign with 'BEWARE OF DOG' on it in big black lettering, and a small black postbox overstuffed with letters.

"Does anyone even live in this place?" Jaylee pressed the button on the intercom, but it didn't appear to do anything. In fact, on closer inspection it didn't seem to contain any wires at all.

"Mm, someone from my realm is definitely here, I can feel it."

Jaylee shook the gate vigorously, but quickly gave up, deciding to climb over instead. Naamah followed suit. The front door was strange as it had no handle, or hinges, or anything at all except for a strange circular dome about two inches across at around eye level. Jaylee flinched as the little dome opened like an eyelid, an eye staring back at them.

"We're definitely at the right place," Naamah said, lifting Belial up so that she was eye to eye with the eye.

"Heh, I've had experience with this type of demon before, but I'm not going to be able to open it as I am right now. Naamah, be a dear and flash your tits at it will you?"

"How about you just turn back and do it yourself?"

"I think you're forgetting who you're talking to."

Naamah sighed heavily. "Fine, I'm sorry. As you wish." She put her down and began to take her jacket off. She unbuttoned a few buttons and opened up her shirt like a window with shutters, flashing her two giant, somehow supported without a bra, breasts at the eye. The eye stared intently at these magnificent orbs, and after a moment there was a click and the door opened. She brought her face up the eye, pouting her lips and giving it air kisses. "Thanks hun, you're a darling."

They entered the house. Jaylee was surprised that the home was not rundown as the outside suggested, but well cleaned and almost brighter than life. It was styled like a 50's home, with sky blue wallpaper and dazzling orange shag carpeting. There was a silver Art Deco clock on the wall. If it weren't for the demonic runes framed on the wall one could think they were back in time. An old fashioned radio played old time Jazz in the background, happy tinny tunes of better times.

"These are the ones from the picture." Naamah was examining the runes closely when someone entered the foyer. It was a woman, a fine looking woman, in a yellow dress with polka-dotted stripes, which was mostly obscured by a white apron on top. She had wavy blonde hair and glossy red lips and powdered cheeks, with emerald green eyes that tied it all together. She held a plate of what seemed to be freshly baked cookies, the kind that look like they'd melt in your mouth with big chunks of chocolate chip.

"Oh guests! I heard the door open, but I didn't expect guests!" She had a very melodious voice, a voice that wouldn't look out of place with bluebirds and butterflies. "Come inside, come inside... cookies? I just took them out of the oven." She pushed the plate at them, the delicious aroma wafting up into their faces.