"Deal but Why?"

Harley made up her mind. A trio possibly more of magically imp-powered near immortal hechladies? Ones that would be willing to do what she wanted, and looked really cute at the same time, while being just as mischievous as herself? Did a chicken cross the road?

The clown's hand rapidly extended and gripped Reya's hand tight. "You drive a hard bargin lady but the deal's just too much to pass up!" She said with a shit eating grin on her face, "I think we're gonna get along just fine."

"Pleaure doing buisness." Reya said with that knowing smile on her face. She went to let go and turn to her companions, but found the clown didn't let go of the grip. She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips together.

"If we're gonna be friends now Reya, I'm gonna need to know." Harley said, not being a complete fool as she glared at the imp's eyes, "Why? Why tell me about turning people into Imps? I'm assuming if ya can flip the mini switch on people, why not do it to me? Why tip ya hand unless you got something up ya sleeves?" Harley pulled Reya closer till their noses touched and the Imp could see just a hint of madness in the clown's eyes, "Yah better have a good reason or I see what kinda party hats I can make outta yah home."

Reya took this into account before speaking her next words. It seemed the Clown wasn't a complete push over. That was a good thing, as it meant they wouldn't be in as much danger. Also meant she'd have to play her cards right if she wanted to keep her spot as the Boss, a term she was growing to like since Sammi started to use it. This would require a rather delicate touch.

"Mistress Harley, darling...," Reya spoke slowly and low, making sure the other imps still doing their own things didn't have a reason to look over, "I tell you as a way of giving you a large level of trust. I see in you much..., potential for us."

"Potential?" Harley asked, picking up on Reya wanting to have a quiet talk so she also lowered her volume, "Whatta mean dame gal?"

"If you would listen just a bit this time." Reya said with a light sigh, "I have no idea where it came from, but the Tome turned me when I first found it, that's why I'm the boss. Book can't seem to survive without a boss of some kind. So I was stuck in there, doing as much reading as I could and found out several things about the book. Like it came from other worlds, it's powers and abilities, stuff like that. And I wondered how one could go with it." A sly smile growing once again.

"Kat found me next but a homeless run away? She didn't really have much in her besides a want to be loved and have fun. Adorable really but she didn't really..., do much before her own turning. Sammi found us next and had a few schemes that saw us get some cash but no new bodies save for himself. Both girls lovely, fun, helpful; and short sighted." Her eyes glanced over at the other two, her face softening. "They both had their own wants and desire but far more short term plans. Not bad but, well I kept wanting someone to make full use of the Tome's power."

"In you however," Reya looked back at the clown, her eyes shining, "I sense a level of chaos we crave but without being..., deprived enough to cause us trouble or resent you. Not for awhile at least. Honestly I think you'd make for a very enticing imp but I can see how much you can do for us as the Owner of the tome. Amazing heists, wicked nights, action and fun; just what we want." She exhaled a small amount of smoke that shaped itself into a trio of small figures and a female clown, sitting on a pile of cash. Harley liked the idea but then the clown started to sprout horns and grow smaller. "That said the tome works it's magic on everyone. Even you dear."

"Hmmm, if she's Boss Imp and I turn inta one..., she's gonna be MY boss. Dunno if I like that too much, I'm more an self boss gal these days." Harley thought but kept as best a poker face as she could. Reya didn't seem to pick up on the flash of insight the clown had and kept going.

"All I'm doing is giving you a heads up. Wanna keep using us, you got Three options. options. Option One, find a way to protect yourself from the influence, and well now that you know you're already more prone to resisting. If you really want to that is." Reya gave a sly wink.

"Option Two is maybe the riskiest and safest? Simply walk away from the book for awhile or give it to someone else." Reya said, with a bit of a grumble, "The magic only works if you're near by for it to effect you. Spend a week or so away from us and you start undoing it's effect." The imp flashed a big toothy grin though, "OF Course that doesn't mean we won't get board, and while we might like you, someone else finding the book puts them ahead of you in who to listen to. Catch my drift?"

"Option Three is simply the one I suggest to you, find a replacement. The Tome is going to take it's... well I hate to say pound of flesh but basically. At the end of the day it's gonna start to convert someone, why make it you? Besides, a few people out of the way for you doing your own thing can't be a bad thing can it? Or maybe..., making your own criminal... IMPire? Hmmmmm?" Reya suggested, her eyebrows going up and down.

"Hmm..., that isn't the worst idea...," Harley replied. It did sound very enticing to be honest. Though one thing did hold her back and she wanted to make sure. "Alright, it's a deal, For now. Just one thing."

"Oh?"

"I want prove this all works like you said it does."

"Ah. A test run. Well I think we can get something together." Reya said, her eyes shining with a hint of excitement and something else. She licked her lips and asked a follow up question.