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"Well well, I suppose you were telling the truth Reya. Wow she's adorable like this. Way cuter than that frumpy dumpy girl before." Harley quipped as she walked around the transformed Allison.

It was a LOT to take in. The fence had been rather plain and flat but now she looked like some sort of office themed blow up doll. Even had the handles on the head for a better grip if you wanted. Was it the magic of the book or Reya's own touches? Either way, Harley was grinning ear to ear. Proof that this whole 'imp conversion' thing worked. Granted a small shiver went down her spine, as this meant this was the threat she had to deal with if she kept working with these imps.

"Should be fine so long I keep feeding it right?" the clown thought as she turned to address Reya. The Madam Imp had stood there with a coy look on her face as if asking Harley to do something.

"Personally I prefer something in more... red and black myself." Harley said, gesturing down to her own outfit, "BUT you did good work. Guess I havhta believe you about this whole thing." Harley said her arms coming up weakly with a light shrug, "Can yah blame me though. Not every day you get someone talking about turning people into sexy imps."

"No. Not really. Again you've accepted this rather well Mistress Harley." Reya replied as she walked over to Allison, cupping the new recruit's chin, "As for her look, well, I think it suits her. Part of it is my own tastes, part of it is her own. Mmmm, I do like the office look though. My very own secretary." she coo'd, nuzzling Allison's neck.

"OUR. Secretary." Harley corrected with her hands on her hips and her tone firm. Reya just sighed and moved away from the new imp. "So..., she's like the rest of yah, does whatever I want huh? Mmmm MMM, what should I make her do...., Oh I know!" Harley said with a snap of her fingers. Harley walked over to the couch and took a seat on the dry part and kicked her feet up, having them hang in the air.

"Hey, Allie! Come be a foot rest for a bit." Harley commanded with a chuckle.

Allison slowly turned her head, followed by her body and took a step forward. Then another, and another until she was right next to the clown's boots. The villain grinned and shifted her leg just a bit to tap the boot softly against the imp's head. Allison didn't react for a moment or two. When she did, she simply took a long drawn out breath and let it go.

In a flash, Harley had brought her legs back and brought her arms up to protect herself from the Imp that had flung it's body at her. Such rage and fire in the eyes of that tiny form, her arms stretched out and long claws forming on her fingernails. Those wicked talons would have easily torn into the clown's flesh if a whip of black smoke didn't tie itself around the Imp's waist and haul her back, kicking and screaming.

"LEMME GO! LET! ME! GO!" Allison cried as she struggled against the smoke, "LEMME GET HER EYES AT LEAST!!! MISTRESS DOESN'T NEED YES WE'LL SEE FOR HER JUST LEMME CLAW THOSE OUT OF THAT BI-" A hand of smoke slammed down hard over the imp's mouth. She still struggled to scream and be heard, even trying to bite the smoke but it only reformed.

Harley slowly recovered from her guarded stance when she saw the feisty Imp was dealt with. She scratched her head before whipping her eyes over to Reya who stood there, that coy look still on her face. Something had either gone wrong or not according to the plan, and the bitch imp knew it. Was this some sort of set up? No if it was the other two would have joined in. She spared time to glance at the other two but they seemed rather put off by the attack. Looks of confusion and uncertainty were easily seen on their faces.

"Huh... so. Interesting. Reya, dear?" Harley started slowly as she stood up, a hand forming into a fist as she brought it up to her shoulder in a threatening stance, "You wanna tell me what just happened here?"

"I did say it normally is a longer process." Reya said with a sigh before sitting Allison back down to the floor and removing the smoke. The new imp wasted no time in charging in for another attack but Reya simply breathed out one word. "Sit."

Allison suddenly found herself sitting flat on her ass before the pair of bosses. She went to move but found she couldn't get up. Ready to start cursing, the former human was stopped by a command of 'Silence." and the words just died in her throat. Angry but unable to do anything, she just wordlessly raged at the two that had done this to her, her arms stretching out to try and strangle or claw them.

"Well..., that could be fun to use." The clown said with a tilt of her head before glaring back at the Head Imp, "Still doesn't explain a thing though."

"Mistress Harley, I tried to warn you. Simply turning someone into an Imp doesn't automatically mean they will work for you, or even like you." Reya explained, her finger wagging as she lectured, "Thus far you've seen two imps that love fun, and myself who loves mischief. Allison here isn't either, though could slowly turn out that way in time. And while she has a right to refuse you, my position of Boss Imp makes it clear who wears the pants here." She shot Allison a side glance before returning back to the clown, "The chemicals you provided allowed her mental state to be reduced to the point she'd accept it; but what happened after it wears off?"

".... Oh okay that makes sense." Harley replied as she processed this. The idea to use Ivy's charm pheromones was a genius one but she wasn't as skilled at using it as the Botanist was. The level of hate Allison showed her when she recovered though was a tad off putting..., but you can't make an scramble egg breakfast without breaking some eggs. Or something, really that saying was just silly.

That said, Reya also hadn't really explained how the whole process was supposed to go. Only that 'time' was needed and blah blah blah. "Maybe if she didn't love hearing herself talk she'd be more inclined to get to the point." the clown thought. She wondered if it was a ploy or something. Still, she had a new imp to deal with, and this one was going to be a biter.

"Is she going to help at all?" She asked giving both imps a look.

"I'm sure so long as you're..., a kind mistress, she'll be more than willing to. Aren't you darling?" Reya said, shooting Allison a look before making an upward gesture with her hand.

Allison found she could stand and her voice had returned. Probably couldn't get back at either of the demons before her though. She sighed, stood up as tall as she could and fixed her tie. Not the worst thing that could have happened to her really but still being mentally dominated into a new existence wasn't something she really wanted to do. So long as she played nice though, perhaps something would come.

"I am..., annoyed Harley," she began, glaring at the clown through her glasses, "However given the state I find myself in, I suppose fighting against it is largely a fool's errand." She gave a slight bow before putting her hands behind her back, "That said, I have no idea what I am capable in this state. At best, I can still work as your..., personal fence. After all, someone needs to sell your goods for you and even this form shouldn't be a problem. If anything, I believe I could be far more... enticing..," she cupped her new boobs and let out a slight moan, "To the right clientele."

"Also as most my deals were usually through computers and voice calls, my state shouldn't be that much of a problem. I'm not helping because of some sort of need or want to. Only that...," The imp shot a glance at Reya, "I feel being ordered to is far more offensive to my autonomy than making the choice myself."

"My darhling, all you have to do is play nice, and everything will work out." Reya said with a smile on her lips and spark in her eyes. Allison shivered when she saw the head imp lick those lips of hers. She just couldn't tell if it was fear or excitement.

"Whatever." Allison muttered, turning away before her face showed anything to her new 'boss'. She looked back up Harley, tapping her foot. "Right. So. Regardless of what you want, did, or expect; if you want my help, I need my computer and other things. And given that you just destroyed my only security besides location, we should probably start getting ready to leave. When the rest of the locals realize there's not much keeping them out, they'll come."

"What you think we can't stop them?" Sammi asked, holding up her big gauntlets, while Kat had pulled out a large hammer. Allison looked them over and gave another sigh as she tiled her head downward a tad.

"If... Mistress Harley," she growled, fighting the urge to bite her tongue, "Wants my help, I need my computers. But I don't think she wants to live here nor can she allow me to stay here. Either out of trust or the new rules I have to follow." She gave a slight shrug and turned to Harley once more, giving a bow, "With your permission, could Sammi help me move my things into the book. There seems to be amble room for them."

"Wait you can get power in there? And Net?" Harley asked. Reya wasn't sure and Allison said it wasn't going to hurt to try. "Right okay I guess you can. But Kat, you watch, come get me if you see little miss here doing anything weird."

Kat saluted, and the trio went off to Allison's computer room, the techy imp informing Sammi on what cords to pull and what should be handled carefully. Leaving Reya and Harley alone. The two exchanged looks and small smiles. Both knew the other was simply going to use them for their own ends but so long as they knew that and the dagger was clearly behind the other's back, this could work out.

"So the book is..." Harley asked, standing tall over Reya to make sure she remembered where her position was.

"..., Soothed for now. I suppose it's effects will be weaker for the next few days. I think you'll be fine." Reya said, her smile growing but her teeth clearly clenched hard to keep her cigarette holder in her mouth. "That said Mistress, what is the next move?"

That was a good question.