Make use of your downtime.

The first thing you do after everything is settled is contact the other Demon Kings. You were assured by those among you who are experts in magic that there is no funny business with the magic mirror. Elok Daven didn't trap the item to secretly overhear your conversations. You trust your allies. Therefore, you sit down in your War Room--a place for meetings, located through a door behind the throne, and a stop on one's way to the Treasure Room. With the mirror in your hands, you take a deep breath, and call upon Lady Vex to see if she's available.

It's ringing. Not literally, but the call is going through. You lean back in your seat and stare into the empty, swirling void beyond the glass of the mirror--a distant, magical power shrouding what would otherwise be a crystal clear reflection of your face. You see a rather handsome man, all things considered. However you may have thought about yourself before being dragged to Absoterra, you can't deny your accomplishments. Wise eyes. brown hair. blue clothes. Your muscles grow more toned with each passing day of having to survive an endless onslaught of bullshit.

Suddenly, the reflection changes from you to somebody else. It's Masumi--an absolute bombshell of a woman, mature and beautiful--and she's peering down into the mirror with eyes hardly open. When she speaks, by the drop in octave, it's clear she just woke up. Her bright red hair rolls down over her bust, and her adorable fox-like ears flicker atop her head. Like a roaring fire, all of her tails can be seen rising up from her back, shrouding the room behind her from view. The mirror can only see above her upper chest, but it doesn't appear that she's dressed at all.

"Mmm. Is that you, Mr. Warren?" she asks as she rubs her eye with her other hand. "Apologies. I was having a nap."

"You shouldn't answer a video call naked," you comment.

"I'm not naked, Mr. Warren. I'm wearing my favourite panties. Would you like to see?"

"Point the mirror over here, Masumi!" barks Vex's voice away from view. She sounds close. "That thing isn't for that. He probably has some kind of stupid quest he wants help with."

"He can hear you, my lady."

"I know that. I'm not stupid."

After some rustling, the view from the mirror is lifted higher at the same time it's spun around. It points downward now, at Lady Vex, who is laying sideways on the back over the armrests of her throne. Her short, punkish hair is a mess, with the longer side laying partly over her eye, yet it fits her all the same. She wears a black t-shirt with a white skull on the front, and while not a crop top, with her laying down across the seat as she is, the shirt has slipped high enough to just barely see the bottom of her small breasts. Between her legs is nothing but black panties, which matches the colour painted over her nails. She keeps one bare foot pressed against the armrest while the other hangs off the edge. All in all, it's no surprise those two get along so well despite seeming so different at first.

She slides a hand up over her forehead to reveal her eye. "So what do you want?" she asks quite rudely. "It better not be a sequel to the Trial of the Erotrain."

I didn't do myself up extra fancy or anything, yet as I sit here properly at my War Room table in my casual clothes, I still feel like I'm overdressed for this conversation. "No. I just wanted to make sure we were still fighting on the same side, namely against Elok Daven."

"Of course we are. What kinda question is that? If you need a hand kicking his ass, you just let me know if you need the power of a real Demon King."

"Pretty soon, I'm gonna check out the old lair of Demon King Muian. It's too suspicious that Elok's massive underground tunnel goes in that direction, and he has an army of formica insectrin. And if I find any way to go after him, I want to make sure I have an army."

"Woah-ho!" Lady Vex slams her fist into her palm. "Definitely. I don't wanna leave Zettanko undefended, but you've definitely got my support. You got the help of me, and some of my best people. Just point us to where we need to fight."

"That's good to hear. Thank you, Vex. I'll keep you in the loop. And I know you live pretty far away, but if you figure anything out that can help, let me know."

"Yeah, yeah. I will... Damn it, Masumi. Put on a robe or something at least. I called for some food a bit ago, so someone's gonna be showing up soon."

"Would the view count as a tip?" asks the woman holding the mirror before she chuckles softly.

"Masumi. We don't tip our own servants."

"It was a joke, my lady."

"Ah! Speaking of which, I can smell it coming. Gotta go, Kyle." She swings herself up onto her feet. "Good luck with stuff."

And with that, the mirror reverts back to normal.