They do Amitiel while Abbadon watches.

"Thank you for cumming girls."

Amitiel suspected that was supposed to be clever. Abbadon could be such a dork something.

"You see, I've been violating my darling little angel morning, noon and night, and I'm worried that my sexual prowess might be getting old for her."

"What? I'd never get tired of--" Abbadon interrupted Amitiel by enveloping the angel in a tight hug, rubbing her bare breasts on Amitiel's arms as her cheek rubbed against Amitiel's blushing face.

"Can't you see it? She's so frustrated she can't stand it!"

The maids merely smiled at their princess's game.

"Coco, Vanilla, Berry, I want you three to show my cutie-pie a good time. Show our Heavenly envoy the best of Hell's hospitality."

"W-Wait!"

Suddenly the three half-naked maids were on the bed.

"Don't worry Ma'am", said the tallest one, her breasts a triple-d that kept their perfect shape in spite of their weight, lying on her side at the foot of the bed. "We're professionals."

"Have I ever told you I have a thing for wings? Yours are so well kept, what's your secret?" Said the medium maid, rubbing her modestly sized breasts against Amitiel's shoulder.

"I've heard all sort of amazing things about Heaven!" Said the petite one, her bright pink eyes wide. "I've read every book in the castle about it! Is it true it has bulldogs with rubber teeth? Or that it had streams of **** dripping down the rocks? Or all the jails are built out of tin cans?!"

"Berry, stay focused," said the middle one.

Amitiel could only blush at the little one's question. While the questions were absurd (no world anywhere had rubber-toothed animals or rivers of any potable), her energy gave her the feel of a little sister. She was just so damn cute!

Abbadon, who Amitiel realized had gotten comfortable in a reading chair across the room, put a hand over her mouth. She apparently thought this was hilarious.