The Wedding Party Arrived

“Shit.” Tiffany muttered scrambling to dress herself as Sue whimpered at the **** upon her ending. “It’s show time Sue.” Tiffany commanded stopping to give her fellow partially corrupted coworker a peck. “The wedding party is here. Once we check everyone in maybe we'll have some fun with the boys." Tiffany suggested.

Tiffany paused at the mirror to check her looks. The make-up and hair tint was a bit punk or goth for her job. but it felt naturally hers. Glancing over as Sue slowly began pulling herself together Tiffany blew a kiss and strutted out to the front desk bumping aside Anthony with a curt “Excuse me.”

“Mrs. And Mr. Mitchell, we are so pleased to have you.” Tiffany enthusiastically greeted, feeling suddenly bubbly and full of energy. “Just let me make one call. The concierge was taking care of things for you personally.” Tiffany wondered why she would say that, but part of her felt sure of it and excited about it as she picked up the phone and dialed the suite on the fifth floor. The married couple looked at each other, the groom shrugging helplessly as the enthusiasm and energy surprised them.

“Hello.” Tiffany felt her heart skip a beat, feeling herself growing wet as she wondered enviously just what awaited the married couple in their suite. After all, this is where that maid went with the security guard.

"Hello, this is Tiffany from the Front Desk." Tiffany began again before feeling almost giddy as she heard just a touch of a long drawn out pleasurable moan over the phone. "I'm calling to confirm that the floor’s rooms are ready for the Wedding Party." Tiffany continued, her breathing growing heavier with wild thoughts of hosting a contest for best man running through her head taking a glimpse at the quickly growing line of guests to check in.

"By all means, let them know about the complimentary beauticians and seamstresses we have awaiting them. Anything they need before their pre-reception photos will be provided completely complimentary. The staff will be awaiting them in the hall." The Concierge’s replying made Tiffany desire to visit the wedding party even more as she hung up the phone.

“Everything is ready, here are the room keys.” Tiffany cheerfully shared placing the previously prepared room keys on the counter before the newly weds. “I have also been told to inform you that the Concierge awaits you upstairs with some complimentary beautician, and seamstresses to ensure everything is perfect for your wedding photos later. Please let us know if you need anything at all, it will be complimentary as a gift to you on this wonderful occasion. I hope you enjoy all our amenities during your stay.” Tiffany finished up half wishing to be used as an amenity right now. She was sure the bride would enjoy, well maybe not as much as the groom might.

“Thank you, we'll try.” Mr Mitchell replied half wishing they had gone with their first choice of venue. Although he didn’t regret talking his bride down to this hotel as it saved significant costs and gave no one an excuse not to make full use of the open bar. But something felt out of place.

Gesturing for the bridal party to follow they crowded into the elevator room keys slowly being handed out. As the elevator came to a stop the doors opened and the party of 10 spilled out. Laughing at some joke one of the groomsmen had just been going on about.

Jason Mitchell paused for a moment as the bride’s and her bridesmaids hussled around the corner and down the hall to get ready.

“Something wrong bud?” Luke solicited in his usual extra obnoxious tone.

Jason didn’t have an answer though, something just felt ominous about the air here. “I don’t know. Probably nothing but butterflies.” Jason replied as his groomsmen resumed their way down the hall to where the bridesmaids were already mingling with the complimentary stylists as the Concierge stood theatrically before a glossy black double door.

“Mr. And Mrs. Mitchell.” The concierge began bowing to the newlyweds separately. “It is my honour to welcome you to our hotel.” Throwing the doors open with extra flair to what had just been a sex dungeon for the corruption of Eric. The room appeared as an opulent lounge, on either side it branched into rooms for the groom’s and bride's parties to ready separately.

The concierge went through the room key cards preparing for the inevitable arrival of an uncorrupted bell hop with the assorted bags to divide between their rooms.

Kelly and Natalie ushered the bride and her maids aside to touch up their hair and make-up. They really didn’t do much though, distracting the maids with idle banter claiming that they were expected to have unusual hair styles like the zebra mohawk and the rainbow fauxhawk to display their skills.

They didn’t have any skills though, the corrupted implements they used sensed the vanity within the women and changed their make-up and hair to suit. Ensuring that everything appeared perfect.

The bride remained isolated as a seamstress quickly did a once over of her ball gown wedding dress, a check to ensure the threading, beading, and lace work was holding up. In truth each touch of her hands fed a little more of the Idol's energies into the gown, preparing the dress to become something much more alluring.

By the time Karla had finished her passing over the dress the corsetted back lacing exhibited a slight hue of red.

Kyra meanwhile worked with Andrew ensuring each of the groomsmen were in tip top shape. Kyra smiled as she discreetly **** the best man to let her apply a bit of skin toning to prevent the camera flash from making him appear too pale.

Andrew was playing the part of tailor adjust and corrupting their cufflinks, and refolding and straightening their pocket squares with a touch of corruption.

The groomsmen were soon impatiently on their way out, eager to grab a round of drinks before the photo session in twenty minutes.

As the groomsmen left with a few winks at Kyra after some idle banter of her not being so sure which one was actually the best man, she moved through the suite to aid with the bride’s maids. Adjusting each one’s corsage and infusing the flowers with brighter colours as corruption took root in each flower clipping.

As they prepared to March out Karla did the same as she handed the bride her bouquet.

As the wedding guests left, the demons quickly shed their conservative uniforms, opening the closet and grabbing their more appealing wardrobes for the night ahead.