She gets found at the worst time

Waverly did her best not to make eye contact with anyone, hurrying down the street filled with women wearing about as much as her. She spotted an altercation, some guy arguing with one of the hookers, and she blushed just to hear the words they were throwing around.

This wasn't her! She wasn't a stripper, she wasn't someone that even knew where Purgatory's red light distract was, let alone someone who'd be mistaken for one of the regulars, yet here she was.

The guy stormed away from whoever he'd been arguing with. Suddenly he was in front of Waverly. She squeaked.

"Look, $20's got to be enough for at least a blowie right?" he said.

"I don't think I'm the right person to ask," Waverly said.

She tried to sidestep him, but he moved in front of her again, holding out a note.

"You're here aren't you?" he said.

"I'm not! I'm, er, a..." she began.

And then she felt herself sink to her knees, the thing inside her taking control again. She was almost too panicked to notice him slipping the bill into her top as her bare knees hit the sidewalk. She was suddenly eye to eye with...

Well, she was eye to eye with a zip for almost a whole second before the man hurriedly saw to that. Oh. Well she'd seen one before, with Champ and all that, but not since... Waverly frantically mentally squirmed, but whatever was controlling her didn't offer her any choice as she felt two hands wind in her hair.

"Tiara. Cute," he said.

Her lips had just touched the tip when she heard a familiar voice with a rush of relief.

"Hey! You!"

"Crap!" the man said. He turned away, zipping up only after a few steps, leaving Waverly panting in relief.

She turned, still on her knees, to see Nicole. She opened her mouth to say thank you, when she saw Nicole's expression, and realized what this must look like. Dressed like this, here of all places, on her knees, about to...

She squealed. How was she meant to explain demon possession, or whatever was happening to her?

"Nicole," Waverly squeaked.

Nicole stared down at her, somewhere between disbelieving and devastated. Waverly swallowed. No, she was not letting this thing ruin that part of her life too.

"It's not what it..." Waverly began. "I wouldn't, you know I wouldn't... I... It's complicated... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have..."

"Waverly," Nicole said.

It was all she said. Waverly moved closer, crawling, legs shaking too much to stand. Thankfully the look in Nicole's eyes had softened slightly, not quite so hurt now she'd seen the genuine apology in Waverly's face and heard it in her voice.

"I'll do anything," Waverly said. "I can't explain why that... but I really would never cheat on you, you know that. I'm sorry. Anything you want, if it'll make you feel better, just say."

"You..." Nicole said. There was something strange in her voice. "Anything?"