She's got some knobs to hob

"I did tell you that you were coming down here to hob some knobs, right?" Mammon's voice whispers with a sly, cooing tone.

"You did say that, but, like, I didn't entirely understand what it meant, since it kiiiind of sounds like gibberish...?" the **** half-informs, half-questions her master, not wanting to piss him off before he gets around to assigning her a new game.

"You know what? Fair. I wasn't exactly clear and this game is quite avant-garde in its design. I'm sure you'll get a flavor for it quickly, though. As I said, we're going to familiarize you with your office space, Miss CEO. This is a bit like an adventure for you, who never steps out of your golden tower, isn't it?"

"Oh, so I'm just going to walk around? I think I can keep the swim towel thing going. It's actually really darn surprising how well it's working," Margot mutters to herself as she finds a corner away from the foot traffic, so that she won't have to mutter that same excuse over and over without reason. "This is actually like a test, right? It was to teach me the ingenuity to survive in a tough situation like this."

"Ha ha ha ha ha, oooh, you're thinking of some other omnipotent being, darling! I've said many times, this is a game designed for you to repay me. It has nothing to do with honing your own skills or perfecting your personality, though, if it helps you to think of it as a self-help exercise, you may. There will be a lesson or two to learn." As Margot only sighs, Mammon continues without addressing the disrespect. "I have hidden around this office several aspects of my being. You will find them and service them with those pretty lips and that silver tongue of yours. With just the power of those, you've maneuvered through so many favorable deals, haven't you?"

"Ah ha, that was a trap! No, it wasn't me. It was you. See? I'm toootally picking up what you're putting down," she responds with a wink, hoping that endearing herself to her boss will ease his wrath. "Now, that said, I still, maybe, have no idea what you're talking about."

"When I say 'aspects of my being' I mean 'one of my many dicks.' And when I say 'service them,' I mean 'perform a blowjob.' You will suck my many dicks that are hidden around the office."

Margot's glasses slip down the bridge of her nose as her eyes widen. She momentarily loses her grasp on her cape, allowing it to fall open on one side and revealing her post-it note bikini and otherwise bare body, before she fixes it. "Uh... It's going to be kind of hard to cover that with the whole swimming towel excuse," she responds with what could mildly be referred to as concern. "Like, 'oooh, yeah, what am I doing here? Just swimming.'"

"Oh, I'm quite aware. The time for pride is far past us. I'm certain a person or two will see you do it-- how you choose to deal with that inevitability is all up to you, my ****."

"Whaaaat?! I-I mean, showing off is one thing, but you're asking me to suck your dick!" she cries out loud, prompting one of the workers to begin to peek over his cubicle. She fixes him with a glare, explaining: "I'm on a business meeting. It's uh, slang. The guy's asking for a deal so good it's like he's asking me to... you know... suck his dick... you get it!" Once the employee is dismissed, she hangs her shoulders and grimaces. "God, it's been like, 10 years since I sucked anyone's dick."

"Fine time to get back into the habit. You've got quite a lot of them to suck."

"Are you at least going to tell me where you've stuck them? Wh-Why do you have a bunch of dicks anyway? Is that really a thing with demons?"

"Not a lot of your scribes from the medieval ages thought fit to record this, but yes, as a demon, my number of dicks is directly proportional to my strength. But back on topic. I've hidden one in each room and a cubicle does not count as a single room... that should narrow it down for you. Why not start somewhere simple?"

"Right, right... Right! Somewhere simple," Margot repeats, trying to imagine in what universe she'd want to suck this guy's dick, let alone in what room of the unfamiliar office. "Oh, I've got the easiest place!"

"What, you're not even going to look around first? Far be it from me to judge your hide-and-seek technique, but-"

"You're vastly overestimating how many different rooms you're going to find on the cubicle-jockey floor, my guy. They don't exactly roll out the red carpet for these guys," she laughs in response, then moves one hand to cover her mouth. "Crap. I shouldn't say that out loud. Anyway, yeah, I know just the place."