I think I can make the music magic happen. (Item required)

Yes... As a demon among demons, I had a number of special abilities available to me, both powerful and trivial (all waiting to be revealed at just the right time, of course... it wasn't that I was just making them up on the spot, not at all). It's a bit unorthodox, but let's give this a shot... I told the sisters I might need their cooperation. I have to admit I savored the look of trepidation on Lucifer's cute face as I joined all of her sisters in a huddle.

By the way, I highly recommend joining a close huddle with six sexy demon sisters, to anyone who hasn't tried it. Watching them jostle against each other and drinking in the look of their bare thighs brushing against each other almost made this worth it by itself.

"Is this going to take long, Hip?" Beatrice crossed her arms and frowned... She might be feeling a little left out, as well, seeing as she and Lucifer were standing alone and apart from the rest of us. "I'm not sure how I feel about you giving orders to my furniture, even if you are helping me out."

Luckily, it didn't take me long at all to set up what I needed to. I turned around with a cocky smirk, ready to unleash an unusual spell of my own. When I snapped my fingers, all of the sisters except Mammon, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus dispersed throughout the room. Leviathan and Satan took places besides the armored suits Kinzo kept as ornaments in his study, while Belphegor sat at the heavy wooden desk. Then, as Beatrice and Lucifer looked on in wide-eyed wonder...

Mammon began to perform a vocal beatbox, holding one hand to her mouth and imitating the noises through her closed fist using her lips and teeth. Her body and long, brown hair swayed to the rhythm as she bounced her other hand in the air in time. I was fortunate that the sister who governed greed loved to collect knowledge and skills, even ordinarily pointless talents like this.

With Mammon's rising and falling hand acting as a conductor's wand, and with the instructions I'd given them earlier, the other sisters joined in with their improvised instruments. Asmodeus and Beezlebub clapped and stomped in a simple percussion line alongside the beatbox. For an interesting addition, the older sisters occasionally rapped fists against the armored suits or the wooden desk they'd taken position at. With all of it together, just as I envisioned... a toe-tapping (or, hopefully, booty-shaking) beat was created!

... Well, I suppose I should confess it sounded just as much like a bunch of energetic young women having a good time. That was, in fact, what it was. Still, it was quite a marvel on a short notice, and plenty good enough for my purposes. I looked back to the stunned Lucifer. I wasn't the only one: her sister's eyes all honed in on her as well, hungry for an entertaining performance.

"All of you...! Th-this is hardly sophisticated music worthy of a show for our Lady, but... if you all insist, I suppose I can show the very basics. This isn't for your benefit, Hip!"

Understood, but do get on with it, Lucifer. Your sisters can't keep this up on and on.

"Very well. Lady Beatrice... I'll demonstrate a simple dance step that allows woman with energy and the proper body shape to capture a man's attention. At least, that's what it said in the magazine..." she muttered the last part so quietly, Beatrice and I were probably the only ones to hear it.

Anyway, she was right about that. It definitely captured my attention.

The eldest sister of Purgatory, for whom pride and prestige were of utmost importance, was brought low. By that, I mean she had placed her hands palm-out in front of herself and brought herself low. That shaking dance you're doing... what do humans call that, Lucifer?

She responded in a voice too low to hear. When I asked again, she shouted out in a snappy yell, screwing her eyes shut from my bullying. "Twerking! B-bouncing your butt like this is called twerking! Well?! Please evaluate my performance!"

That's perfect, Lucifer. Your motions are in perfect time with the rhythm... Your youthful yet pleasantly round ass looks made for this exercise, as the fabric of your leotard wants to retreat between those cheeks that seem to have a mind of their own-

"N-n-not you, idiot! I'm talking to my master, obviously! Why do you sound like you're writing a book about it, anyway?!"

"Ho..." Beatrice looked mesmerized. For all the time she'd known her furniture and seem their forms and outfits, designed to make men weak, it seemed she'd never imagined them performing in this fashion. "Heheha! I think I can even imagine doing this one myself, Lucifer!"

"Then why don't you?" her furniture spoke with unusual boldness, looking a bit pouty that she was the only one being teased.

"Aaaah, um..." Surprisingly, the mistress of crafty traps had walked right into that one, suddenly flushing bright red as she searched for an escape.

She's right, Beatrice... you're going to need to do something like this later tonight, anyway. Go ahead and give it a shot.

"Ah... Hm. Very well.." The witch turned her back to me, looking like she felt very humiliated to be trying this in front of a bunch of demons that were supposed to be her familiars. She kept her eyes on Lucifer, then began a clumsy imitation, waving her skirt-clad butt in my direction in imitation. If she leaned a little bit further... If that skirt rose a little bit higher... I was sure I could see them...

"Try and focus on moving just that part of your body... You're swaying, but you want something more like jerking." Lucifer carefully tried to explain this unusual human practice to her master, who gradually picked it up as well.

The resulting sight was something to behold.:The Golden Witch, Beatrice, alongside her furniture, the stake that governed the sin of Pride, now taking on a new kind of pride and performing a new type of magic. The two young ladies smiled at each other as they shook their hips in near perfect time. Lucifer had worked up a good sweat now, which glistened on her pale thighs and even flew off in drops from her shaking... Beatrice's now-skillful motion made that skirt flip more and more, allowing me to get a glimpse of forbidden white cotton every so often. For a room full of demons, this felt like heaven. I wanted to see even more. Lucifer, there are ways to spice up this dance, right? You could probably drive a man crazy if you gave that hot ass of yours a slap.

"Yes, that's right, Lady Beatrice! I read men love that kind of playing around, and will surely fall head over heels! You just-" she began, reaching her hand back with a smile on her face... before glancing back, as though suddenly remembering I was there. Seeing me watching just short of drooling, and also becoming hotly aware of the bemused eyes of all of her sisters, Lucifer flushed as red as her jacket, straightening up immediately. "Aaa~aaaanyway!! It is quite simple."

"Excellent!" Beatrice straightened up and laughed, although she was wiping sweat from her brow. "Whew! This is a bit of an exercise, isn't, Lucifer? If only I had my full powers and endless vitality... Still, that talent of yours was most entertaining, all of you!"

The sisters, of course, were delighted to be praised by their master, and were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. "Any of our talents, we owe to you as our master," Lucifer declared with a slightly less stiff bow than usual, beaming. "But, er... Could I be so bold as to ask why you were interested in this demonstration?"

"Hm hm... you may. However, let us discuss that in private. Hip, I will see you later in the evening. Don't dare to be late, okaaay?" The witch cackled, seeming to be in an exuberant mood as she disappeared with Lucifer in a wave of butterflies.

... That left me alone with the sisters. Beelzebub and Asmodeus were trying these moves on their own. I thought to myself that Beelzebub had the better form, while Asmodeus had the better rhythm... However, both of them had such fine, fine asses.

"How about it, Hip? Want to stay and judge a contest?" Mammon grinned and winked at me, asking a question that she clearly knew had an obvious answer.

Of course I want to... Ah, of course I want to, and yet...! Beatrice will definitely kill me if I don't get things ready for tonight's event. With one last wistful look over my shoulder, I saw Satan chiding the two younger sisters for their pathetic performance, then stick out her own impressive booty to demonstrate the proper method...

Using all my strength, I **** the words to leave my lips. Belphegor... close this door behind me. She did as I requested, and the gate to that Golden Land was sealed, for now.