Battler accepts Lucifer's first offer. (Pink Trigger, Favor -1)

"Heh." Battler gave a cool laugh. He seemed to have a lot of questions, but... "A man can hardly make two babes cry at once. All I have to do is hand you one of these thingies, then sit back and watch, right? I've got time to kill, so I'll entertain this insane fantasy play for a little while longer. I've had worse dreams, ihihi!"

"Ho! That's the spirit, Battler!" Beatrice smiled even more widely, her triumphant grin pushing her cheeks up to the bottoms of her pretty blue eyes. "Turn off that weak thinking organ of yours and give in to the power of fantasy!" The witch grabbed a lanyard from the silver case and draped it over Lucifer's shoulders and around her neck. "Similarly, Lucifer..."

With a cackle, she tore Lucifer's skirt from her in one clean motion. I wasn't sure if it was designed that way, if Beatrice had abnormal strength, or if this was a product of magic, but either way, Lucifer's finest asset was revealed in all its glory. Both Battler and I took a moment to appreciate the young woman's leotard-clad butt and her indignant reaction.

"... Put away those fangs and bare that <nice body!> Hip, hit the music! <It's a showtime!>" Speaking in English, Beatrice gave me a cue to hit play on the boombox I'd set aside earlier. The tape I had in the deck began to blare a beat. The only thing stopping Lucifer now was her own pride...

"Ah... Uah..." Beatrice's furniture blushed and clenched her teeth as she sheepishly gripped the pole before her. For all of her going on about serving her master and the impressive moves she'd shown earlier, she very much had the look of a young lady with zero experience trying to seduce a young man in this fashion. "Very well... Human! The Seven Sisters of Purgatory never miss their marks, and always deliver a kill, most of all me! Now... p-perish!!!"

Lucifer gave a cute and inappropriate squeal instead of the dramatic monologue she seemed to be going for, then began swinging her hips while holding the pole. Her red, hidden face and her tight grasp made her look like she was hanging on for dear life, but her body seemed to remember what she practiced: even with her confidence shaken, her butt got shaking.

From the armchair where he'd been seated, Battler adjusted his tie and watched with rapt interest. "What the heck... I've... never had a dream like this before..."

"Forget every dream you have suffered before, human. From now on... I'll... b-be the only girl in your dreams...!" Lucifer tried out some flirting and attempted to put on the hungry smile of a hunter, but it was clear from her upper body still wrapped stiffly around the pole and the tears forming in the corners of her eyes that she felt like the prey. "What will happen if I drop it... c-closer to that stupid face of yours? Will you go mad? I bet you'll grant me another favor immediately, human!" Lucifer did as she promised, dipping lower on her knees to put her swaying ass closer to Battler's proximity while still wrapping her hands firmly around the pole. "To think men can be controlled by something so lewd... h-how... worthless...!"

Battler seemed to have reflexively shrinked away from Lucifer's extended hips. I thought that probably wasn't because of a lack of interest, but because he still wasn't sure what kind of social contract he was bound to as a gentleman here. "Uh... am I... allowed to touch it?"

Lucifer immediately gasped and began to protest, but Beatrice clapped a hand over her mouth from the other side. "Ho ho! A human won't be satisfied and show his faith until he has a chance to feel the flesh made real, I see. Very well! Grant Lucifer another of your favors, and you may help yourself to a handful of that tantalizing tail as you like! That and further riches are promised to you!"

Lucifer shook her head free and looked at her master with a beet-red blush, continuing to wave her dark hair in protest. "W-w-what do you mean by further riches?! W-wait, what am I offering our guest here, exactly?!"

"En-ter-tain-ment!" Beatrice spoke between emphatic pauses without mercy. Now, in return, what shall I offer my precious furniture... Aha. Surely this will motivate you? I will elevate you to the foremost of your sisters. From now on, you shall be referred to as Lucifer of Pride and the Six Sisters of Purgatory! They shall become the background to your glorious foreground! Surely you would swallow your pride now for future glory such as this, Lucifer?"

"I... I don't know!" The teased furniture stared at the floor as her ass continued to move as if under its own power. "B-but I'll continue to serve you, no matter what. If Battler desires for the show to continue... I will grant him my body and show him magic power... As you command..."

"It is as you hear, Battler!" Beatrice stepped around Lucifer and wiggled her fingers at another lanyard. "Of course, this is a gamble, human. You are still completely unaware of what the second game holds, or even the exact quantity of money on these cards! Will you gamble on the bountiful booty within your grasp, or reject it for the future excitement I promise? The choice is yours!"

... That was... a hell of a choice. Because of my unique position, I didn't find a bunch of money as sexy as I was sure the young man might, and Beatrice's future offer might sound tantalizing, but... How could any man sitting in that seat resist the chance to tease the trembling body of that proud-but-weak Lucifer? Especially when an ass like that was on the table?