Completely Confident

Lois: 4♣ 4♦ 4♥ 2♦ 2♣

Blaze: 10♥ 10♣ 2♠ 2♥ K♥

The scarlet shoulders seemed to deflate a little. She stared at the cards, face still carefully blank. Almost disbelieving, Lois reached forward and gathered together the chips—all that Lois had bet, including her own soul, and the four chips representing the souls of Blaze's previous victims.

"Well played, Lois," the demon said, as her crimson hands reached out to gather the cards. Almost absently, she began to shuffle. "Very well played. That is the way to win: to capitalize on every bit of luck, and press it as far as will go."

Lois barely repressed a sigh of relief. Adrenaline was still singing through her veins, making her palms itch and sweat to drip down. All this...and, she still had her new breasts as well. The rational thing to do would be to get up from the table and walk away.

"How do I return the souls to the women? Free them from wherever they're at."

"Hold the chip, and wish it," Blaze said, idly. "They will reappear upstairs in the club...not much the worse for wear. Their memories of the last few weeks will fade, like that of a lost weekend. Good girls that partied a little too hard."

One by one, Lois picked up the soul chips...and just as she thought you're free, the solid marble vanished, as though it had never been before.

"Now that business is over with," the scarlet succubus said. "Would you enjoy a...friendly game?"

The reporter hesitated. "What stakes?"

The demon shrugged. "Whatever you want. You seem to enjoy your new breasts. I think they could be a bit bigger...or maybe you'd like to balance it out a little? Nice, big booty. Plump lips." Blaze let her smile grow. "Just a friendly game. You can get up and leave the table whenever you want."

Lois considered. Obviously, Blaze was trying something here—maybe to win back something, since she had lost so much already. On the other hand...if she was careful...this was the equivalent of tens of thousands of dollars of cosmetic surgery, without going under the knife, without any silicone or healing times. The reporter kept her poker face on as she weighed her options.

"And what do you get out of it?"

"Sexual acts." The demon said, very simply and plainly. "You're a beautiful woman, Lois. A good-hearted person. Not the kind to fornicate with a beastly old devil like myself," the tone was half-mocking, but Lois Lane couldn't help but run her eyes over the clean, flawless limbs, the pert breasts with the little hard nipples, the she-cock that just hovered, painfully erect, at the edge of the green felt tabletop.

"If you're in," Blaze added. "Ante up."

The demon tossed a coin into the center. A pair of breasts hung there...like Lois Lane's own, but a little bigger still. A little more perfect.