Depart the alley.

You and your party, along with Masumi, leave behind the two other members of Lady Vex's army. It may have been interesting to see what sort of folk another Demon King has to manage, but you have things to do and more city to see. Taffeta was cute, albeit diabolical, though Cid you could do without. They both seem a bit chaotic, so along with Kashura, you feel a little better about your own hopeless group. You're not the only one who has their hands full.

While your beautiful guide continues ahead, Niki leans in close. You look over her figure--beautifully accented with her fiery red garb, a fitting outfit despite her usual warrior aesthetic. It's easy to forget how large her chest actually is when she always wears a breastplate, and now that shimmering set of dark-skinned melons bounce along with her march as they remain restrained behind the crimson tube top. The flowing material beneath dances along her skin. You imagine it must tickle at least a little bit.

"Hey. So I know we're not some kind of villainous ****, but should we act the part a little more? Not of evil I mean... You know, if we come across as weak and lost, other Demon Kings might come after us," she suggests.

"I see what she means," Eva chimes in. "We were completely taken off guard back there. We kicked butt in the end, but that was embarrassing."

Niki wraps her arms around her bust. "Embarrassing for me mostly," she mutters.

You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. When you turn, you see the gorgeous gaze of Amara staring back at you with pink in her cheeks.

"Kyle, I... Uhm..." she mutters. "With the spells I have cast, and with how much time has passed..."

You're not sure at first what she's saying, but then you see her start tugging at her choker like she's trying to cool down, and in a way she is. "Uh yeah. Don't worry, Amara."

She speaks softly. "It is an itch I cannot scratch on my own."

Maybe it's her tone, her touch, or her pleading gaze, but she makes you shiver. "Y-Yeah. As soon as we have some time alone, I'll help you scratch it."

Her face glows red as she holds your arm tight.

Before you know it, you've been led straight to the exterior of Lady Vex's palace. There's a large open area where others casually pass through. Occasionally, a few guards march in or out of the doorway.

"Well, is she ready yet?" Niki asks.

Eva looks toward some folk ahead. "Hmm." It seems she's thinking to herself.

"What's up?" you ask--arm on her shoulder. After a moment, her eyes turn to yours.

"I was thinking about what we were talking about moments ago. This lady is a big deal, right?" She takes a step back, looks to the strangers around the plaza, and then back to you again. "I... I'm sorry, Lord Warren!"

"Uh... What?" you ask in response.

She hangs her head in an apologetic bow. Her chest hangs as well, barely contained within her top. As she pulls her arms together in front of her waist, they squeeze. "Forgive me, oh Demon King. It won't happen again!"

Is her plan to make me sound like a strict ruler or something? People are just starting to look in confusion.

"Oh my," says Masumi. "Are you punishing one of your servants?"

Eva perks back up. "Wh-What was that, Demon King Kyle Warren? Please, anything but that."

Her acting is terrible.

She glances around at the eyes in your direction. "Fine. Y-Yes, my lord." Whimpering, she slowly lowers her hands down to her ankles. Then she slides them sensually up her long, smooth legs, until her fingers disappear behind her rolled-up long skirt. As her hands move back down, you see a thin piece of fabric follow suit. She pulls down her underwear, and brings the dark black pair to her feet. "What cruel punishment..." she mutters.

People around look in surprise. One woman covers her mouth in shock.

"Cruel indeed," Masumi says.

"Wait. I didn't--" you try to explain.

Eva cuts you off. "Fine, take them!" she shouts as she steps out to hold them up. Though as she does, they poof into a cloud of swirling smoke and vanish.

Well, at least Masumi was kind enough to include them in the outfit to begin with, but I guess the articles of clothing can't exist on their own. "You weren't expecting them to poof away, were you, Eva?" you ask quietly.

Her face is red. Even if she didn't except that, she still willingly took them off in public. Though her skirt isn't short, she still can't help but push it down self-consciously with nothing worn beneath it. She shivers. "Uhm. Do you think that worked?"

Now people are just going to think I'm a pervert, aren't they?!

Masumi chuckles. "Dear me. What was that, oh mighty Demon King Warren? That punishment isn't enough, and now you're demanding she take off more clothes?"

Eva gasps. "W-Wait really?"

"You literally would have heard me say that if I did," you reply.

"But if you show mercy," she whispers. Then she reaches down to clutch her crop top. With a face burning red, she slowly starts to slip it up her skin.

As it flashes her under-cleavage, you crap her bare sides tight and tug her in against you. "Stop that," you whisper back. "This is the wrong kind of reputation."

Her heart races as she squeezes up against your body. "Kyle, you're warm." With this outfit, your chest is bare. She can't help but rest her head softly under your neck.

"Now he's going to satisfy his desires by making an example out of her right in front of the palace!" sounds a random man among the others.

"Shut the hell up over there!" you yell back. As much as I wouldn't mind taking any of them right now, I'd rather wait until we're not... here. Eva would probably be into it I guess, but--

"Ah. There she is," Masumi says.

The palace doors creak open. A small silhouette stands within the shadow of the palace entrance. As she steps forward, the vibrant sun puts Lady Vex clearly into view. Like always, she's a devil for certain--bright red skin, horns, and a tail. Her punk black hair is styled to the side. A baggy black crop-top with a silver skull on the front hangs over her slim, petite figure, and a tiny pair of blue shorts wrap around her hips and squeeze her thighs. It's certainly not the outfit one might expect from a queen, but this is a Demon King--a figure of pure rebellion. She doesn't even wear shoes.

Her chest puffs out as she takes a deep breath. Then with a hand beside her mouth, she screams out, "All right, Warren! Get in here already!"

How formal.