Of course you do.

The club is dimly lit, it's windows blocking the sun, which is fine by you. From across the room you see what you are looking for. He is perfect, big, brutish, with a total lack of human decency. You saunter over to him.

He grunts, "Don't have no fuckin' money for a private dance."

"Oh, thats not what I'm looking for. I want you to do me a favor. There is a girl alone in the dressing room, I've left the door open. I want you to go and fuck her. Do it right, and make sure to rip her cross off and I promise you won't get in any trouble."

His eyes light up and he questions,"You ain't fuckin' with me, are you missy?"

You smile, "Not at all, besides what do you have to lose?"

He stands up and heads for backstage. You sit down and admire Felicity's pole work. The entire crowd is enraptured by her, and growing increasing aroused. You reach between your legs and slide your fingers in and out of your demonic pussy adding your scent to help further inflame the crowd. After about fifteen minutes you begin to head back to the dressing room.

You walk in to exactly what you expect. The man has hit Grace torn off her clothes and is about to have his way with her. Grace is hoarse from screaming. You rush to her side.

"You bastard! Leave her alone."

He stares at you in pure surprise. You swing your hand at his neck with demonic strength. You slice his flesh and nick his carotid artery. You push him back and he falls to the ground gurgling. He'll soon bleed out, and you could care less. His soul is the barest of tainted sparks. You eye Grace's neck and smile. Her cross is gone. You wrap your arms around her.

"You're ok now Grace, I've got you. Let's get you outside."

You guide her to the backdoor and outside. You find Jolene on her way back in. Her wrinkles are gone and fake tits no longer sag. In fact they no longer look fake at all. She flashes you a fanged smile. Your minion has done well. As you go by you whisper, "You and Felecity may start, have your bouncer friend Joe lock the front doors."

You turn your attention back to Grace, "Don't worry you're safe." You begin to plant seeds, "Men are all such scum." You know she has worked at the Pink Minx long enough to have a sliver of hatred for men. It is a chink in her armor of purity, a small chink, but big enough you hope.

"I...I...I was screaming."

"I am so sorry, I didn't hear you with the music."

"Where the hell was Joe."

"I think he was too busy fucking Jolene." You pull her in close. "Let me help you Grace, I can make the pain go away, I can make it so this can never happen again. I can help you punish them." You can see her becoming more receptive to you. You massage her shoulders. "Go ahead, cry get it out."

"I...don't want to cry...can you really help me punish them?"

"Of course." You smile and pull her into a kiss. Though brief you feel her allow the darkness of Lilith inside her. She's infected.

"I...I'm not a lesbian."

You laugh, "Trust me, neither am I." You pull her into a more passionate kiss without any resistance.

As you break the kiss she rasps, "I don't know how."

You respond in your most sexy voice, "Don't worry, just enjoy." You sit her down and gently slide off her pants and panties, teasing her legs with your sharp fingernails. You begin to lick her inner thighs arousing her, seducing her. You slowly begin to move to her neatly trimmed snatch and soon you are licking and sucking her in earnest. After twenty minutes of working her pussy she is very wet, quivering, and moaning in pleasure. Still she resists coming. You slide your phallic tail into her pussy, and continue working her clit. She purrs in pleasure. She is so close. You lift your head up and whisper, "Give in, let her give you purpose." You begin licking again and you feel a dam break inside her. She comes. Her soul breaks loose all at once.

You devour her essence, all the goodness that had been within Grace. It is immense and exquisite in it's taste. You are so lost in the experience you don't even notice your newest minion rise to her feet. Only her saying, "Thank you mistress." Makes you aware she has awakened. You look up at her and she is remarkable. Unlike most of you sisters, she isn't naked.
She wears thigh high leather boots with what must be seven inch heels. The boots make her tall, easily six foot four. Leather straps crisscross her voluptuous red body. A bullwhip and riding crop hang from a spiky belt slanted across her hips. Long raven hair is pulled back in a braid showing the entirety of her forehead with its two ,three inch black horns protruding from her hairline.

"Thank you for giving me purpose mistress." She repeats.

"Your welcome. And, just what delicious purpose do you serve?"

She laughs. "Why to punish men, mistress, and to make them perfect."

You can't help but be aroused by this new Grace, you wonder what it would like to fuck your latest conquest. Still you should head back to the club to check on your minions.