VD - You'll pay him directly

Tonight's the night.

The plan for the dinner was agreed upon: although you chose Demon City’s fanciest chef, the plan is not to make the dinner with Morrigan very fancy. A truly tryhard dinner would involve eating off naked demons and floor shows and all kinds of stuff.

This is just a meal. The fare is light, every bite-sized morsel a small piece of art, handcrafted by Jake. He serves it all himself; Cas, Pol, and Lady D’s brood have the night off.

You eat by the pool, under the stars. Demi assures you that the power move is not to dress up, although Morrigan shows up looking glamorous in a dress that clings to her spectacular curves. It’s gold and glittery, showing lots of soft, pale cleavage. Her huge hips sway as she follows you through the house to the pool area out back.

You are a bit nervous. Morrigan isn’t just an important demon and an incredibly beautiful woman; she also has scary, super powerful energy as well as much cooler than you energy. She carries herself like the most popular cheerleader in high school.

She smiles at Jake when he brings out more courses.

“You never work this hard for me, Jake,” she notes. It’s obvious that they know each other, but Demon City is like that. It’s just one city, but these demons all live forever. They’ve had plenty of time to get to know each other. “Why’s Demi special?”

“Demi didn’t hire me,” Jake tells her with a smile, placing a plate in front of her with an arrangement of three beautiful bites on it. “Her wife did.”

“Oh,” Morrigan says, looking across the table at you, but you’re distracted by Jake. You never thought a blue guy in a chef’s outfit could look so hot. There’s something about the graceful, practiced way that he does everything. It’s like he treats this food service stuff the way that you used to treat soccer, only he’s had thousands of years to get good at it.

You kind of respect that.

“So,” Demi says as Jake returns to the house. “It’s an election year.”

Morrigan smiles and sips her wine.

“Huh?” you say.

Demi glances at you. “She wouldn’t be here otherwise. Come out with it Morrigan. You want my wife on your campaign. As what? A mascot?”

Morrigan waits for several moments to answer, as though making it clear that Demi is not in charge here.

“VD,” she replies.

Demi looks surprised.

“Oh,” she says. The gaze that she turns on you is appraising. Your mouth is full. You chew awkwardly and try not to ****. You’re suddenly worried. You thought this was a social visit.

“Um,” you say. “What’s happening?”