Satan's shlong

"Hey pretty soon you'll only be seeing one penis, Sara. Let's go see the Devil's package."

Di chirps. "He's the original bad boy. It's gotta be big."

Sara giggles. "If we're done giving the Devil his due, why don't we go see."

The three of you enter into Lucifer's throne room. You whistle it is impressive. It's warmer than outside. The room itself is cave like. An eerie red glow lights It up.

The throne itself looks to be intricately carved wood with ruby inlays. It is the best looking chair you have ever seen. But, it pales in comparison to the man sitting in it. He wears an expensive pin stripe Italian suit. He has just enough scruff to look the bad boy part. He smiles showing movie star white teeth.

"Hello ladies." His accent, elegant and British.

He stands up. He is tall, but not too tall. He walks like he has absolute confidence. Unless it is stuffed his package is truly impressive.

"What can I offer you girls? I can give you anything you desire."

You start. "Well, Sara needs one more little fling before she gets hitched. And, well I want..."