The LOOK on her face

Etna described flonne to me. Her description seems to fit the fallen angel form. She also seems to have etna beat in the bust size, while Etna is a small B Flonne is a large C. I had to think up how exactly Laharl would look though. Later on in the day Etna was watching a horror movie laughing her cute little ass of while devouring some sweets I bought for her, I was on the phone.

I described the plan to the service rep along with Flonne's measurements. He told me that this was one of the three standard '****' scenearios that the Etna model will think up. "What about Laharl? DO you guys have a set model for how she should look?"

After a few seconds and some keyboard noise. "We'll sir, it is really up to you. But the popular version is a small A cup. Fits more with the scenario that your Etna described."

With a few minor alterations and a small fee for second day delivery I completed my order.

The day finally arrived, Etna and I where hideing in the position that the Rep set up for us. "John, do we have to hid here?!" Etna wined as she squirmed. "I'm BORED!" I flick her nose gently. "Calm down, the spell should be takeing affect in a few seconds."

Just as I finish a bright purple flash erupted in the clearing next to us. "Speak of the devil!" I yell happly. Etna and I peak up over the rise and watch the show.

"Oooooh...that was unpleasent." Flonne moaned before being tossed in the air. "Get OFF me you stupid love freak!!" Laharl growled angerly before jumping into the air. Flonne rubbed her head, after landing in a heap. "Laharl! That was MEAN, You could....have..."

Flonne stoped dead and placed her hands over her mouth.

Laharl dusted herslef off before turning to Flonne. "What's the matter with you?!" Flonne points to laharal's chest.

Laharl looks down, a few seconds go by....another few seconds go by. It FINALLY hits Laharl as she grabs her chest. "HuuuAAAAAAAAUUUHHH!!!!" Her face turns grey and her scarf shoots up in the air.

"T-this is a joke right?" She squeeks out in desperation before slowly snakeing her hand into her shorts. Etna quickly claps her hands over my ears. Before I can say anything I hear a high pitched but muffled scream of rage.

"Etna, why did you cover my ears?" I ask after prying her off of me. Etna manages to stutter out between the fits of laughter that are racking her body. "S-sorry Johnny...gwahhahahaha!!!.... bu-but Her scream would have ruptured your eardrums!!" She doubles over squealing in laughter.

Etna finally calms down after laughing herself sick. "C-comeon Johnny, Lets go meet YOUR new Overlord."