They need some extra convincing

Hailey looked down at her bare feet. "I don't know...isn't this supposed to be, like, special? I never imagined doing it in a hotel."

"Yeah, and it don't feel right lettin' someone watch poor Ms. Hailey," Buddy said. "Enough people seen her pretty patootie."

Ozzie stroked her chin in thought. "Tell you two what: I normally charge extra, but how about I show you a 'special' room that my friends use. Free of charge."

Hailey looked at Buddy, who just shrugged. "Ah kinda wanna see what kinda room gods use."

"Excellent!" Ozzie said. "Right this way!"

Ozzie cheerfully climbed the stairs with Hailey and Buddy behind her. Meanwhile, Kyle leaned against his chair with Lucy beside him. The Devil turned to him with concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm still processing everything," Kyle said, shifting his legs while keeping his bare crotch covered. "I mean, in one night, I learned myths are real, demons and monsters exist, and I'm dating the Devil herself. All while streaking naked around the city!"

"It is a lot to process," Lucy agreed. "Another reason to keep my identity hidden."

"And this ritual thing," Kyle added. "Are you...okay with it?"

Lucy gave Kyle a smile. "You don't have to worry. I think you're a very attractive human. My friends tonight can definitely back me up on that. And you're very sweet and caring. Any woman would be lucky to have you."

Kyle blushed. "Thanks, but I meant with the whole 'losing your virginity' thing. You said you were with Lillith for so long and never..."

Lucy's mood soured at the mention of her ex. "Yeah, well, she was a bitch. I can see why Adam didn't like her."

"Yeah, but there's also the publicness and your friends will be there..." Kyle said.

"To be honest, the place just has to be public," Lucy explained. "People don't have to be there. It can be a park or a pool or somewhere with high spiritual energy. And if I know these girls, they'll be too busy having sex themselves to pay attention to us."

Kyle let out a harsh breath. "So, we're going to host a spiritual demon orgy. I was hoping this talk wouldn't make me more nervous."

Lucy's hand clasped Kyle's. "I promise you, we'll be okay."

Kyle looked up into Lucy's shining eyes. Even with her powers gone, they seemed to glow with an ethereal light. Lucy found herself leaning forward towards Kyle's face. The human raised a hand to caress her cheek as their lips came together.

Buddy and Hailey entered a quaint bedroom as Ozzie locked the door from the outside. Hailey stared at the remote Ozzie had given her. "So, what does this do?"

"Turn it and see!" Ozzie said. "And don't you lot worry! You won't see me!"

Hailey shrugged and pressed a button. Instantly, the room changed from a hotel bedroom into a vast garden. Flowers and fruits grew everywhere as butterflies flew through the air. Buddy could smell roses growing from one of the bushes. "Holy mother of - where are we?!"

Ozzie's disembodied voice rang out. "You're still here. The remote allows for scenery change. See, some folks like a little romance in their love lives, or to be a little daring. This allows for all the sexy adventures with none of the trouble!"

"Whoa!" Hailey whispered, completely mystified. "It's like a sci-fi holoport or something!"

"Where do you think those drongos got the idea?" Ozzie asked. "Pick your place! I got jungles, a mountaintop, a crowded street, a beach..."

"A beach?!" Hailey repeated. "Where's that?"

She fiddled with the buttons until the room changed to resemble a sunny beach. Waves gently lapped the shore as seagulls cried in the distance. Even the heat from the sun seemed to beat down on the two former hunters.

"It feels so real," Buddy whispered.

Hailey bent down and grabbed a handful of sand, letting it fall from her fingers. "It really does."

The two were lost in thought until Buddy pulled off his boots. "That water feels real nice on mah feet. Ah could use a dip."

"Yeah, me too." Hailey was more mesmerized by Buddy as he undid his overalls. The fat hunter looked down at his belly in shame.

"Aw man! I'm sorry, Ms. Hailey! Ah gotta pull back mah belly to see mah ding-a-ling! That's just plain embarrassing!"

He turned to look at her and froze as he caught Hailey throwing her shirt to the side. The woman just stared down at his "ding-a-ling" and smiled. "It looks just fine to me."

She looked up and suddenly leapt forward, tackling him into the surf. Buddy laughed with glee while Hailey crawled on top of him. "Best damn hunt ever!"

"You got that right, Buddy!"

Hailey brought her head down for a kiss. The two had completely forgotten about Ozzie, who watched from a one-way mirror. The demon unzipped her pants and slipped her fingers down her underwear. "Damn, that's hot!"

Back at the limo, Mammo breathed heavily into her hands, hoping it would work like a paper bag. Flashbacks of previous incidents came back to her from when Charity was still her mortal enemy. She was especially haunted by the memory of the French Revolution, when Charity strung her hands up in a tree and stripped her of her clothes. Passersby thought she was a noblewoman getting her comeuppance from a peasant lady.

Mammo ran a finger over her wrists, as if the rope were still there, when a knock at the door came. Charity's voice called as she slowly opened the door. "It's me! I got something for us!"

Charity held out a large towel for Mammo to hold. The demon grabbed it and held it over herself, trying desperately to calm down. Charity climbed into the limo, having tied her own towel around herself like a toga. "Here, let me help you with that."

Mammo let Charity tie the towel for her. "Where'd you get these?"

"It's laundry day," Charity explained. "The guys washing these never noticed me. I've gotten good at sneaking around naked."

Mammo sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. If this is what it was like, then...I'm so sorry."

Charity smiled as she finished tying the makeshift toga. "I am too. But it's all over now, okay. I'll get you inside and no one will see us."

"You promise?" Mammo asked.

Charity took her wife's hand in her own. "Do you trust me?"

Mammo finally started to smile again. "With my life."

"Then let's go."

Charity led Mammo out of their limo towards a secret entrance on the side of the casino. Mammo clung to her wife and rested her head on her shoulder. "I love you."

She felt a hand wipe away her eyes one more time. "I love you too."

"Are you sure they're here?" Roxie asked, peeking through a window.

Grant looked up at the hotel's reversed sign. "I can't think of anyone who wouldn't use the rear entrance for this kind of place."

"She's the Devil," Roxie argued. "It's not like shame is a big part of her dynamic."

"No, but that poor man she has trapped with him might," Grant reasoned.

"Not gonna lie, I'm starting to wonder if he's even worth it," Roxie muttered. "For all we know, he could be one of those cultist weirdos that worship her."

"Whatever he is, let's catch her soon," Grant said. "I think these pants are for women. They're way too tight. And don't make any small dick jokes! I'm not in the mood!"

Roxie's eyes briefly grew unfocused. "I wasn't, actually."

"What was that?"

"I said, keep your eyes up, dickhead!"

A whooshing sound was heard before something landed in the wall next to Roxie's foot. The hunter looked down to see something had pinned her dress to the wall, along with Grant's suit jacket. She turned her head around to see Grant checking his body for cuts.

Within a second, Grant's shirt was torn from him and stuck to the wall next to Roxie's other foot. She could now clearly see the projectile was an arrow. Roxie bent down and tried to unstick her dress while Grant looked around frantically for the shooter. "Who's shooting at us?!"

"I knew we should have gotten more weapons!" Roxie howled.

"They were all destroyed by the skunk!" Grant said.

"Stop arguing and help me!"

Grant rushed to Roxie to try to pull the arrow out of her dress.

Across the street, a silver-haired woman in a biker jacket, jeans, and cut-off t-shirt watched the couple struggle with her arrow. She pulled another from its quiver, notched it in her bow, and took aim at Grant's pants.

"You like stealing girls' clothes, you two?" She asked. "Let's see how you like it."