A voice interrupts.

“Well, you’ve certainly fucked up your assignment, haven’t you.” A voice from behind you calls out. It is the sort of smolderingly sexy voice of a vamp from old detective movies. The blonde looks down and you turn to see a gorgeous demoness, her red hair is pulled into a tight bun, her horns are jet black about 3” long, her skin is smoky reddish brown, with shimmering violet eyes. She is dressed rather conservatively in a burgundy suit and skirt, with a bulge that reveals she is packing serious heat under her skirt. Her long legs are bare and she stands on 6” heel black pumps. She holds a clipboard in one hand and a nice shining silver pen in the other.

“I’m sorry, he said he didn’t want to be ****.”

“Not now for sure. Out matrices clearly showed that if he was **** by a beautiful blonde cheerleader his inner self would have manifested. Now it is simply to late.” She clacks the pen against the clipboard.

“Excuse me. What? Inner self? Who are you?” You ask.

The demoness smiles, “Don’t worry, we will get this sorted out. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience. Our clients normally don’t have a problem performing, but in this case it appears our analysis was a bit off. It’s not actually Cynthia’s fault. I’m showing there was only a 68% chance she would complete her task. A demon should have been used. I’ll have to look into why someone was sent with such an appalling completion score. Regardless, we have a couple of ways to move forward. I can wipe your memory of the events and you can continue with your life till you find us again. We can go and let you retain the memories, knowing this will unfortunately make it so your true self will never be revealed. Then again, my preferred method is for you to simply click the link again. The celestial computer will take all of this information and there will be a new knock on the door for you that you won’t be able to turn down. I’m sure of it.”

“What? So you are saying I either forget this, I am sad forever, or some big monster rapes the hell out of me.”

She smiles, “Dear, if only a **** sexual **** will work, you are pretty messed up in the head. For all we know there will be a cute little kitten at the door for you to adopt. Or someone selling cookies. Or a princess in need of a strong soldier. The computer sent her instead of a demon for a reason. I admit it didn’t work but perhaps it not working was what you needed and all of this is part of the plan.” She shrugs. “It is your choice of where we go from here.”