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Ursula spoke to Hyte without looking over her shoulder, keeping her steely blue eyes focused on the gross yellow demon across from her at all times. As she pushed her glasses up on her forehead, they no longer caught the torchlight, allowing the demon to see her glaring from the other side. "Take note, Miss Hyte: there are many ways to approach an uncooperative interrogation target. Your method will be a matter of your own discretion and, perhaps, your personal preference, but just remember that the important part is to show the prisoner your spine. Assuming you knights are worth your pointy swords, you ought to at least be able to keep a demon like this inside a locked cell."

Truth be told, the counselor wasn't entirely sure what type of demon she was looking at. The fact that she didn't know was... mildly concerning. It meant that he was a type that didn't show his face often, meaning he was either some type of doppelganger, an illusionist, or a sorcerer of some sort. She wasn't worried about her own safety- she was one of Geod's original angels, after all, a being far too powerful to be taken down by some random demon- but she wasn't eager to let anyone see the creature get the best of her and slip out in the middle of an interrogation. To keep him there... she would need to make being there and talking worth his while.

"I can either make this interrogation very painful or very pleasurable for you, demon. We'll try the nice way first. If you don't respond to it, we'll move to the not-so-pleasant one." The counselor handed Hyde a few tools from the dusty workstation, including a long-handled black whip and an unlit candle. "I may need these if our target remains obstinate."

The elven jailer nodded dumbly; she'd heard of the whip being used in interrogations before- brutally- but she lacked the lewd imagination to think of what the candle's intended use might be.

At the far end of the cell, the demon was just as quiet, sitting with an eerie, full grin spread across his dripping face. If he was worried about the implements he'd see, he wasn't letting anyone see him sweat... unless that gooey dripping was his equivalent of sweating.

"You're going to tell me a few things. First: your name. Second: anything you know about a black-winged angel living in or around Merridan. If you follow through on these, I can make your stay here much more comfortable... If you deny me any of this information, I'll make it thoroughly unpleasant." Ursula took a few more steps forward, until her heavy silhouette blocked out Hyte's view of the monster at the other side of the cell. "Let's begin. Your name, please."

"Byte."

"Fitting." Ursula adjusted her glasses with an impatient frown, watching the smile curve around the demon's over-sized, sharpened teeth. "And is there a ridiculous second part of that name, like all of you demons have?"

"Me."

"... You seem to need a carrot. Your real name, if you please. If you answer me properly, I'll work on meeting you at your own level. I'll remove this nasty church habit that I'm sure repulses you demons and treat you to a nicer show than you'll get anywhere else in this dank prison. If you fail me again, you'll be receiving the whip."

"Buh! Like I want to see your fat ass out of that habit-!"

The response happened so quickly that it was impossible to follow with one's eyes. In a flash, Hyte had been pulled against the railing of the cell, with her slender arm poked all the way through the bars. The whip that had been snatched from her hand cracked through the air; a sharp path was drawn across the demon's skin, biting into the gooey outer coating and creating a sunken, painful-looking line in his rubber-like flesh.

"Bwaaagh!"

Ursula snapped the whip again against the floor, then smirked. "You were saying?"

"Mympho! You bitch, my name is Mympho!" The demon slobbered and rubbed at his wound with a bitter snarl in his throat. "But I'm not even with the Demon Lord's Army! I'm a knight, dammit!"

"Miss Ursula... There's a gross knight in the barracks named Mympho, who dresses like a dancing clown. He's been missing since a day ago... You don't think...?" Hyte questioned tentatively. She couldn't decide if she thought that the naked, yellow demon or the hairy, masked clown was the less pleasant form of this creature.

"Ah, so the knights have demons in their ranks... Interesting. That's some very useful information." A wicked smile curved across Ursula's mouth as she imagined the implications. She hadn't come here looking for information to use in the turf war between the Holy Church of Merridan and the Knightly Order of Dyna, but this was a nice bonus. "Now... For that reward I promised..." With a lusty look in her eyes, the interrogator placed her whip into her mouth, then pulled free her hood from her hair and shook it about her head. Her lips curled into a smile around the black, leather handle she'd put there.

Hyte clutched both hands to the jail-bars and leaned her face close... but not close enough to touch the bars, which might be covered in yucky spider webs. "M-Miss Ursula? You don't actually need to strip, do you? He actually refused that offer, it was the whip that-"

Ursula turned eyes full of malice towards the jailer, then spoke around the whip's handle, which was clenched tightly in her teeth. "It was both. Both, Miss Hyte." She was unwilling to accept the reality that Mympho simply hadn't wanted to get whipped again. As if trying to refuse anyone the opportunity to dispute that point, she quickly pulled off the rest of her habit, then unbuttoned her under-robe so fast that it seemed she was going to break the buttons. Soon enough, her chubby, mature body began to show underneath, more and more, until the garments pooled around her. She left on her underwear; this time, she'd chosen a hot, red corset and matching panties, with black stockings and a matching garter-belt. The corset looked very strained and like the coloration belonged on someone both in a different profession and at least ten years younger than Ursula.

"N-N-Nuns wear things like that?!"

"Yes," Ursula scoffed, placing one fist on her broad hip impatiently. "You'll need to get used to that too. Sex appeal is an important interrogation technique."

Hyte raised one finger and opened her mouth to say that it seemed like the whip had been the effective, part, then lowered her finger as her eyes froze upon the whip again. She could tell the counselor's fist was tightening around the grip.

"Now that we're both feeling a little more comfortable," Ursula cooed, stepping closer to the demon and wrapping the whip's length around her fist, "how about you answer part two of my question? What do you and your demon buddies know about a black-winged, angelic troublemaker?" Her eyes curled into crescents, making her look very horny in combination with the twist of her lips; she didn't even give him time to answer. "What's that? You're clamming up? Then I'll have to use this body Geod's given me to make you talk...!"

Mympho's jaw clenched as he tried to decide how he felt about the situation; he'd retreated to the corner of his cell and spread both arms there, as if preparing to try to grab her and wrestle her off if she dove at him. "This bitch is crazy!" he thought to himself; as a closed-minded individual, a slutty, plus-sized spinster wasn't exactly the same idea of a great time that it might be to other prison inmates. The illusion demon's conniving wit worked over-time as he tried to come up with an alternate resolution to this situation, one which didn't involve him getting turned into a pancake on the jail cell floor by the counselor's humping hips while yelling "I DON'T KNOW" at the top of his lungs.