Exit: (Demon Queen) What's Mine is Yours.

James' Perspective

I think it's about time to Exit, so I do.

"Well then, Mas~ter~," Arma purrs, voice echoing with seductive vibrato throughout the throne room, "What do you say? Shall we seal the contract? This body, this kingdom, loyalty, and all that I possess... and in exchange, that little toy be used only for our mutual benefit. It's quite the steal, isn't it?"

I blink, caught off guard by the abrupt contract negotiation. "Um... sure, it really is, yeah." I say agreeably, taking in my ostentatious surroundings and looking up at my Queen's sparkling eyes. It really is a steal: She's offering me quite a lot for, effectively nothing at all.

I blink again. Something about that thought felt weird. Some instinct within me rebels against my queen's perfectly reasonable demands, and I purse my lips in thought as I consider the twinkle in her eyes and try to spy whatever harmless mischief is afoot here. The Queen in front of me is a kind and benevolent woman - I know that already - so I've little need to fear anything truly dangerous from her, so...

What's her game then?

I can't think of anything: I suppose that's what happens when a random man from modern Earth tries to play mind games with demons. Oh: Wait! I got it! I'm her Master, so I already have access to all of those things, and I already intend to use the phone that way. The trick is there isn't a trick at all: the contract's already fulfilling all its conditions.

"Well, Master~?" Arma hums, eyes gleaming with interest as she leans toward me.

"Sure thing, Arma," I casually agree, a wry smile on my face.

It's still there as Arma's own smile widens malevolently, and her magic envelops us both.

Arma's Perspective

When my master's magic fades, completing his half of the contract, and he starts laughing with a lovely melodic cadence, I'm struck with a peculiar feeling of disorientation and even deja vu. Huh, it must have been longer than I thought since I had a contractor: I don't recognize the feeling at all anymore. Yeah, that must be it.

I hum, enjoying the sound of my voice as I adjust my posture, breasts feeling strangely heavy against my chest and body peculiarily uncomfortable in what I recently mused to be my favorite posture. I rub at my brow and nearly strike my hand into my horn. Geeze, I really am out of sorts.

At least master just looks amused, and not disappointed. What a joke of a queen I must seem to him.

"Ahem," I cough, affecting my best and most regal tone, "so, Master, we've secured our pact so..." Surely I, the demon queen Arma, must have had some sort of plan... but strangely, I can think of nothing, and flounder. "Um... what would you like to do now?"

James chuckles again as he pockets his little toy, his noble bearing effortlessly making me seem like a childish imitation of nobility by comparison, "Well, 'Arma,'" He says, "how about we start with using your magic to have a little fun, hm? I know how much you were looking forward to it and I'm hardly a cruel... man. The business can wait til later."

Oh! He's right: I was totally looking forward to... my brows furrow again as all my fantasies seem strangely self-referential. That? Yeah. Must be.

Shrinking myself down in... most areas... it's fortunately intuitive enough to a demoness of my stature I manage to NOT make a fool of myself. Immediately, I invite James into the throne and start relaying my various ideas and fantasies to see which he likes the best.

All the while he listens with that same amused, indulgent smile...

[AN: Play silly games, win silly prizes... There're those tits she was offering, hm?]