Head home

You would like to take the whole bar, but it will be sunrise soon. The sun won't bother you or keep you from cleansing others. However, it will diminish your magic. You'll barely be able hold your glamour and you want to be able to fix up Jonathon's place.

As Jonathon drives you think about all those souls at the bar you could have cleansed. You are glad you have leather seats, because you are leaving quite a wet spot.

You pull into Jonathon's place at a bit after four a.m.

"Steve please clean up the car, Jonathon lead the way."

They both say. "Yes, mistress!" Music to your ears.

You follow Jonathon up and into his apartment. It is spacious for the city and it will do for now. You leave the foyer unchanged. There is no need to advertise a demon from hell resides here.

You enter the bedroom and shake your head. It won't do at all. With a wave of your hand the walls become black the ceiling red and a giant black bed with satin sheets replaces Jonathon's queen. Wonderful, you think. The black will contrast beatifully with your crimson skin making you the center of attention. You and some flicking orange lighting as a finishing touch.

You walk into the next room. It is a kitchen, dining room combo. It is perfect for a playroom. You will it and the room becomes a lovely little dungeon. Several shackles line the walls, a slanted x-chair, and a few **** implements decorate the room. You caress the rack, so much cheaper and more effective than chiropractic.

You would like to take the wall down and expand your playroom, but explaining to the neighbor, old Mrs. Harrington, why there is a demon in her apartment might be challenging. Soon enough you'll cleanse her or arrange for an 'accident'.

The sun is nearly up and all this magic has made you horny. You need a good fucking. You owe Jonathon a little sugar, but he'll be a poor meal. You could go out.