A sexy bikini and some sadistic car treatment...!

The transformation from Pandemonica, the Tired Demon, into Pandemonica, the Sadistic Demon, still gave the Helltaker shivers to watch after all of this time. The ordinarily droopy, haggard woman transformed into a sneering dominatrix of a demon when properly fueled by her favorite blend of coffee. For a moment, he wondered if he ought to reconsider unleashing her upon the unsuspecting world. Not everyone had the same drive to live with demons that he did, after all. Getting stabbed in the shoulder or bashed in the knees or bitten on the head or fed into an infernal machine full of chains, spikes, and fire were all things he was prepared to deal with for the sake of his dream, but the rest of humanity wasn't that strong. "Pandemonica... are you sure ordinary people can handle this?" he questioned for a moment... the question ended up dropping from his slack-jawed mouth as she dropped her towel from around her body.

Once again, the Helltaker had never seen Pandemonica in a bikini (or anything less than business casual) before. Today, she'd come decked out in a black micro-bikini with tiny, triangular panels over the breasts and groin, bound up in red leather straps that formed an X across the stomach and an immodest sling across the back. For extra compliment, she'd included a black choker with a red devil face smirking on it. Her pointed, jet-black tail swished in a lively, hungry way, its base revealed at the area between the small of her back and the mostly exposed curvature of her rear end. She may not have the boobs of Malina or the muscle-tone of Judgment, but even on her slender body, this sort of outfit would set any man's blood boiling...

And the cultivated, slightly masochistic streak of the Helltaker made it all the more appealing to him...

The demon turned her head to look one eye over her shoulder, then gave a curling, evil grin. "Can they handle it? If they can't, they're going to have to pony up! That's how this car wash works... I hope they read the fine print! Geh ha ha ha ha ha!" She placed her rag-holding hip on her hand and shouldered her bucket of water with the other, then head towards the first customer.

"..." The Helltaker didn't know what to make of that proposed pay scheme. His eyes darted out to the left and right for a moment behind his dark shades, as he nervously followed Pandemonica... he wondered if he might end up paying more in property damages than they pulled in by the time this was all over...

A man in a shiny red sports car was the first customer; he clearly liked what he saw, from the way he stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled at the approaching, bikini-clad demon. "Hey, Baby! You match my car!" He patted one hand on his door, then tilted down his sunglasses... his manner of dress looked like he was trying to imitate the Helltaker, with sharp shades and a clubbing suit, but he didn't really have the chiseled body to pull it off in the same appealing fashion. "What say we forget the car wash and you take a ride in it? She's-"

Pandemonica leered and raised one foot, revealing high-heeled shoes, which she then rudely scratched across the hood of the car. The man's words froze in her throat as she began to squeeze her rag out over the hood. "Oh no... If you want that buffed out, it's going to be an extra fifty~"

"... FUCK ME! My car!"

"Fuck you, you say?" The demon drew another sharp, screeching line down his hood, then scooted her shapely bottom on top of it and leaned over to look at him upside down. The bushy, white curls of her voluminous hair fell around his windshield as her grin widened. "That's definitely extra!"

Seeing that the man was about to snap and worrying about the sorts of charges the sadistic car-washer was racking up, the Helltaker ran forward with all due speed and grabbed one of Pandemonica's ankles to pull her back down off the car. Her face in the man's windshield momentarily registered surprise, as she was manipulated into seated position. The Helltaker placed two giant hands on her narrow shoulders and looked into her face seriously.

"... You can't scratch their cars. I'll have to sell the house if you keep this up."

Pandemonica pouted, looking down towards the pavement and clicking her teeth. "Then what the hell do you expect me to do?"

"You're going to have to find a different way to up-charge them. Try the next customer while I talk to this guy..." With that, he left her to go try his charm on a man for once... If he could convince demons to leave hell, he ought to be able to convince a guy to drop the issue of fixing a premium model, limited-edition sports car... Right?

"... Okay... I've got coffee... and I'm the smart demon, the dependable one. I can figure this out. What else are these limp-dicks willing to pay for?" Pandemonica looked over her shoulder at the waiting line and narrowed her eyes; she adjusted her glasses, reflecting the light from the weekend's bright sunshine, then considered her next move carefully.