VD - Fundraising Part 4

It’s a full day of fundraising. Morrigan is good at this, but you can tell that your lust aura is giving her the boost that she needs to sway people. She’s in high spirits when you get back to her house, where her maids appear as though by magic to strip her as she walks through the foyer.

You decline her offer of a massage because you’ll need to get home to Demi soon, but you join her in the pool room to chat about the day. Morrigan lies nude, facedown on her massage table with her head on her arms. A maid slathers her in pink oil and rubs her skin.

“You did well,” she says to you as you sit in a chair nearby, going over your notes.

“I think we raised a lot,” you say.

“It’s a good start,” Morrigan agrees. “But this is the easy part.”

“It is?”

“Different things play to different strengths and weaknesses,” Morrigan explains. Her huge, smooth buttocks jiggle as the maid’s tiny hands run over them. “My strength is this part. Trish and Albedo are stronger when the race is on.”

“In what way?” you ask.

“First, they have a lot of important people in their pockets,” Morrigan says. “That big guy today? Albedo gave him a boob job last time around. He sold half his company to contribute to Trish.”

“She must be persuasive,” you say.

“She is. But so are you. It’ll be tough, but we can do this. We’ll need to get you ready, though. You’ve already learned some control magic from Tari, right?”

“A bit,” you say.

“It would be best if I trained you myself, but I have to focus on the campaign. Tomorrow I want you to go to the Demon Dojo. They’ll be expecting you. I want you to train there until I tell you otherwise,” Morrigan says.

“But… aren’t we supposed to be working on the campaign?”

“That’s what you’ll be doing.” Morrigan rolls onto her back, her oily breasts jiggling. The maid automatically reaches between her legs. “Mmm…” Morrigan sighs as two fingers slide inside her. “Don’t worry. You’re a good athlete. You’ll get the hang of it.”

“The hang of what?”

“What else? Debate,” Morrigan says.

Right… they mentioned that in the past.

“Demon elections aren’t like your human ones. We’re more evolved. More sophisticated. More…” She trails off, making a little noise of pleasure as the maid uses her other hand to tug at Morrigan’s swollen nipple. “Trust me, Riley. You’re going to want to be ready.”

“Isn’t debating just, uh, trying to make your point better than the opponent?” you ask.

“That’s right,” Morrigan says.