A test of the subject's most direct application of sex appeal

"You can't actually be talking about having that brutish Subject 667 try to seduce someone. Of all the puzzles you've enabled him to solve, I don't believe the labryinth of romance is among them," Luficer scoffed, not admitting to herself that she was feeling morbidly curious to hear what her master had in mind.

Loremaster spun her chair 180 degrees to face back towards her monitor, then performed a few simple, clacking types. When she was finished, she returned to her original orientation, then smiled, folding her metal fingers together into a neat steeple. "Oh, Lucy! You're such a romantic. That's always been cute," the scientist giggled, making her servant scowl rather than blush. "No no, I'm interested in sex appeal as the world of science defines it, not as it applies to courtship or any other such sentimental ruses."

"Please explain it to me, oh wise master, so that even I may understand it," the maid grumbled, rolling her eyes and ignoring whatever impossible egg-head mumbo jumbo was scrolling across the screens behind Loremaster's leather chair.

"Have you ever been in love before?" The shine on the science demon's red glasses hid her eyes, as she leaned her chin upon the point of her fingers.

Lucifer bristled, suddenly growing straighter as her tail sprung outward behind her. "Weren't you the one who just said to discard sentementality?!" she barked back, dodging the question.

"Hm hm hm! You thought of it as love, but that was really just the same instinct that all living creatures feel. It's the drive to mate! A combination of environment, circumstance, and developed personal preference, to be sure, but in the end, whoever you were in love with, you pictured what it must be like to mate with them! That's the important part. Just the mating!" As though she'd said something profound and genius, Loremaster rose up and smacked one hand to the wall of her laboratory, pinning her maid against it.

Lucifer's eye twitched as she scrunched her shoulders to avoid Loremaster encroaching on her personal space. "Just mating? Could it be that you're just horny?" she pushed back on her master's clinical, unassailable theory.

"My dear Lucy! No such thing. My mind, as always, is on science," Loremaster laughed, regaining her composure once more and drawing back, waving one gleaming hand lazily through the air in an aloof gesture. "But that said, I do intend to place myself directly into this experiment." She titled her head upside down and backwards to watch Lucifer; her glasses slipped slightly to show her red eyes gazing. "And you're going to join me."

For the first time in a long time since her captor's conquest of hell, Lucifer felt less concerned about taking back her reigns as hell's executive and more concerned with the direct terror Loremaster presented her. She'd yielded on a lot so far, but was she really going to surrender to becoming a sex toy for that raging, blood-thirsty, abnormally-good-at-solving-puzzles Subject 667 in a threesome with the most hated figure in science-hell? "A threesome..."

"Threesome? Foursome! We each get one. Subject 667 and Subject 669! I made another one for just such an occassion."

"... 669? What happened to 668?" Lucifer asked, cocking one eyebrow.

"Well, I've already got what I believe to be the ideal formula. There's really no harm in scrapping one to go straight for the punchline! Not at this stage!" Lucifer cackled into one fist. "At any rate, you've no reason to object, right? Not like you're holding a flame for anyone right now, are you? I should hope my scientific stoicism has rubbed off on my dear maid!"