Yes

They both headed in the direction of the smell, Belial pulling the succubus by the leash. They eventually found the source of the smell. It was a red and white stall with a big umbrella. 'Hot Dogs $1' was written on the side. It was manned by a large burly man in a white apron who sported a thick black moustache.

"Hot dogs? I didn't know they started eating their pets. Maybe this disguise wasn't such a good idea..."

"Excuse me," Naamah said to the stall owner, "can I get two of these so called 'hot dogs'?"

The man's eyes went wide as he noticed the beautiful woman. He couldn't stop himself from looking down at her breasts. He spoke in a Eastern European accent. "Oh uhm er, yes, two hot dogs coming up! That'll be two dollars."

"Two dollars?"

"Eh forget it, just for you it's on the house." He slapped two hot dogs into two buns and squeezed ketchup and mustard a little overzealously on both. He handed them over into Naamah's hands. There was a brief touch and the man blushed.

"Oh thank you, you're so kind." She placed one of the hot dogs in front of Belial, which got her a few raised eyebrows from the people walking by, but they quickly disappeared as all eyes turned to her. Her lips enveloped the first inch of the hot dog, her teeth slowly biting down and tearing it away. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, letting out a moan from the delicious taste. People stared. She took another bite, a bigger one, a quicker one. She chewed slowly, and then gulped it down, a bump traveling down her throat. She looked down at the hot dog.

"It's so big..." she said in a breathless tone. The man at the stall swallowed his spit. She took in more, but didn't bite; she just kind of savoured it, letting it lie on her tongue. The other end of the hot dog bust and split open, probably from the steam still trapped inside. She pushed the rest of the hot dog in with a single finger. Her cheeks bulged out like a chipmunk. She then swallowed again with a gulp. She moaned again. Her long elegant finger rubbed the little bit of ketchup on her chin.

"Mmmm... That was soooo good."

In contrast, Belial was digging into her own hot dog like a wild animal, tearing it apart. Ketchup covered her muzzle. "I'm a cannibal!" she stated happily.

"I don't think that was actually made of dog..."

"Eh, dog or no dog it was good either way. But enough distractions. Lets get moving."

"You're the one that insisted to come here." Naamah waved and smiled at the hot dog man as they walked away.

"What a hot babe..." he mumbled, then suddenly took a double take as he realised something strange, "...wait, was she talking to her dog?"