"Errand girl. Eye candy. Pet."

“So this is the little bitch who’s been taking up so much of the boss’ attention,” says Janet.

Meg, the cute brunette tomboy who summoned you, is in Hell, where she goes every night when she’s asleep. Right now she’s visiting your offices in the Beelzebub Tower, in downtown Pandemonium. You don’t know why you didn’t think of this before.

“Um,” she says. “Pleased to meet you Janet. So you’re Sitri’s, um, head secretary?”

The stare she gets in return is freezing.

“Yes, head secretary, that’s pretty much right,” says Florence. The three girls are standing on the carpet by Janet’s desk, in the open-plan office’s reception area. Incubus managers in expensive suits, lemure workmen in overalls and lost-soul secretaries in sixties dresses bustle through the space on important infernal errands. “But she serves other roles, too. Errand girl. Eye candy. Pet.”

“Office manager.”

“Sometimes at parties she jumps naked on a trampoline.”

“And I’m the head of research,” says Florence, in her lab coat, her arms folded, looking Meg insolently up and down. “But what on earth are you?”

“Um… Sitri says I’m a tomboy.”

“A tomboy? Is that a new kind of girl I’ve never heard of?”

“It must mean a girl with very small breasts,” says Janet, grinning nastily at Meg. By a bureaucratic oversight, she hasn’t been provided with the regulation amount of clothing for this particular office tour, so she’s standing before the two women in nothing but her little yellow panties. “So you would be a tomboy as well, Florence.”

“Um, I think mine are still a bit bigger than hers,” says Meg, and bites her tongue, wishing she could take the words back as Florence raises one immaculate eyebrow. “Funny,” she says, to quivering panty-clad Meg. “Very funny. Janet, where do you think we should begin today’s tour?”

“It looks like our little tomboy here has forgotten to put on all her clothes. I think a long walk around the office would give her a chance to show off those breasts she’s so proud of, even though they’re really not that big.”

“An excellent idea, Janet. And do you think she’d like to see the tickle-**** racks on the squirteenth floor? I hear they’re back in excellent working order.”

“Yes, Florence. Yes they are.”