New Customer "Services"

"...What in the nine circles is going on...?"

It was supposed to be just another day of work for Pandemonica.

Receiving the dammed souls that were dropped into Hell, provide the proper help, file the paperwork, rinse and repeat until time to check out and go home.

Well, instead of that, she's was currently walking down a red corridor, with the sound of banging, slapping and moaning coming from the other side of all the office doors as she heads to her own.

"Did everyone finally lost their minds?" She asked herself as she gave quick side glances in the direction of the sounds, but not stopping in her tracks. "Well, whatever. I for one want to get this day over with... *yawning* I REALLY should've had my morning coffee before heading to work..."

Finally, she was able to reach her office. She opened he door and stepped inside, hearing a bell noise when she closed it behind her.

Pandemonica quickly noticed something sitting on top of her desk. It seemed to be a letter.

"That's odd." She commented while taking the letter in her hands. "Today's certainly isn't payday, so what could this be about?"

She walked behind her desk and sat down, opening the envelope and pulling the letter out.

'Dear mrs. Pandemonica;

Due to the current situation of Hell, we have decided to test out a few new services that may attract more attention, and in turn, avoid the risk of closing doors.

To put it simply, to stay in business, all of the employees will have to perform any sexual requests from our customers.

Further details or complaints will have to be discussed with the company's management team.

• A♡'

"This... is this a joke?" Pandemonica asked herself while the paper was slowly getting crumbled in her shaky hands.

Without warning, the phone in her desk started to ring. She quickly tossed the note in the bin next to her feet.

"Mrs. Pandemonica, you have a client in line." The voice of the receptionist informed her with the usual nonexistent enthusiasm. "Are you ready to receive him?"

Pandemonica's finger hovers above the button for a moment as she thinks about her answer.

'It's this really happening?! There's no way I'll sink that low...' She thought to herself while glaring down at the garbage bin where the note was. 'But... If I don't do it, I might end up losing my job...'

"Mrs. Pandemonica? Are you there?" The receptionist asked, sounding increasingly impatient.

'Sell my pride, or risk my job. What should I do now?!'

After a quick thought, she finally pressed down on the button.

"Yes, I'm here..."

"Should I sent the client in?" She repeated the question.

Pandemonica took a deep breath before answering...