The Busty Lolita Artist, Heather

Becky gets a sadistic grin as she rings up one of her former friends, now prey, to add to your harem. After a minute or so of ringing a youthful voice answers the phone in a panicked tone, Becky quickly puts on her act to hide the fact she is now more predator than prey when she begins talking to the figure on the other line.

"Becks, is that you?" is heard on the other side of the line. "I'm kind of freaking out, it looks like a Hellscape out there, and not the fun kind I draw from time to time."

Hiding her demonic verbal signifiers, she puts some panic, with a slight hint of excitement (she knows the other girl's kinks far better now, and how to play into them), Becky says, "Oh, thank goodness you haven't been caught yet, Heather. How are you so safe?"

"You know those Fantasy wards that I always seem to be drawing in my supernatural pieces?" Says Heather in a bit more of a calmer voice, "turns out they really don't let anything uninvited in. My place is safe, but my roomies were all out when everything literally went to Hell, I'm the only one here."

"That's great," said Becky, "could you give me a quick reminder where that house that was doubling as a dorm for you is?"

"Sure," said Heather, "it's down at the intersection of Third Street and Fifth Avenue."

"Isn't the supermarket down that way," inquired Becky.

"Yeah, it's just a two-minute walk from the complex," said Heather.

"Great, I found someone else that needs a place to hold up," said Becky," I'll give you a ring when we're a bit closer."

"Good, I could use the company," said Heather, "what have you seen of what is going on out there? I've only seen demons running around trying to catch people."

"I saw one demon catch a woman," said Becky, "after he caught her she started getting all horny and begging for him to take her, he fucked her silly and she turned into a demoness with more erotic dimensions."

You could hear a quick moan of surprised pleasure for a split second, seems this friend of Becky's has some kinks you can make use of later, before Heather says with a bit more panic, "Oh god, they're multiplying as we dwindle in number. Hurry over as soon as you can, you and your friend are free to enter as soon you get here."

Becky gave a wicked smile as she hung up, turning to you she said, "We have her, Master, and she has graciously provided us with a location as good as any fortress." Becky then brought out a picture of what looked like a 14-year-old girl in a gothic dress with ashy white frills and a DDD-Cup bosom, "She might look underage, but Heather is actually 24 years old, she just has a genetic condition that makes her seem younger. I can not begin to tell you how many creeps before all this we had to chase away when we went out together."

You lick your lips with erotic excitement, this could be fun.