Planning for the next project

"I think this is enough," Jim said as he checked again the recording of the last scene. "I can turn those into a DVD and sell them within a few days."

"Excellent," Asmodeus said and leaned back. "People will enjoy the corruption of those innocent souls more than you can imagine."

"I wonder," Jim said. "Why this way and not just walk straight up to the girls and turn them into sluts?"

"Corruption can be done in many ways. But most delicious is if they give into it willingly. A little push, some money, or the suggestion of a big career, is fine. But they accept the deal and that gives me even more energy from them been corrupted."

"Makes sense," Jim said. "Well, we should think about a new location. I only booked this place for the day and the owners should be back soon."

"What do you suggest?"

"I know a guy owning a beach bar at the beach promenade. He has some rooms in the back, which he rents for private parties. Maybe we could set up a set there and talk to some girls at the beach about joining us. People seem to like those talked into scenarios a lot."

"Mmhhh ...," the demon said. "Yes, I can see that. It has some corruption of innocence in its core already. Good, you can organize everything."

"How will I inform you?" Jim wondered. He had put most of his things back into the boxes and they could hear the front door opening. A middle-aged woman came into the room, followed by a young woman, which looked similar to the first lady, just twenty years younger."

"Good evening," the older woman said. "You must be Mr. Smith, right? Will you need much more time? I know we are a bit early but regardless would like to use our mansion again."

Asmodeus turned to him with a grin. "You can call here," he said and walked over to the two women. "My name is Asmodeus," he said and Jim spotted a strange reddish glow in both ladies' eyes. "You are?"

"Madeleine Miller," the older woman said. "This is Amanda, my daughter."

"Nice to meet you both," the demon said. "Why do we not let my partner pack everything together in peace and you show me the master's bedroom?"

"Of course," Madeleine said and Jim watched Asmodeus leading both out of the room. By the time he was packing his stuff into his small van, he could hear the screams and moans of both women echo through the whole house.