Sounds delicious.

The three of you quickly agree to the idea of food and set into motion. Sarah provides each of you with a couple of towels and you all clean up in a big mop sink. It feels oddly familiar. Getting dressed is very strange. Your body effortlessly performs the movements required, hot with every piece of clothing your mind can’t help but question where it came from and resist the memory of purchasing it. That said as you finish putting on your tiny rainbow bikini, black fence net leggings, extremely ripped jeans, your knees fully uncovered, 4” heel black ankle boots, white tank top, and leather jacket it all looks right and is quite comfortable. “I’ve got my bike, I’ll just follow you.” You say scooping up your satchel like big purse, gloves visible on top of everything else inside, and your helmet.

“Did you finally get a Harley?” Franks asks slipping on his shoes.

“Nah.” A flash of someone your memory tells you is your father bitching at you about not buying a “real bike” pops in your head as you showed him your Ducati scrambler. “Still loving the desert sled. Way better on gravel.”

He nods and Sarah scoops up the ring of keys for the store. “We should have taken a shower.” She says licking a missed drop of cum off of Franks cheek.

“Show me a shower, I’ll take a shower.” He says playfully grabbing at her. “Besides, that gives us an excuse to be naked again after we eat.” The three of you head to the front of the store, lift the gate, and head into the barely lit mall. “Man, it is always creepy in here before the stores open.”

“I know, right.” Sarah agrees.

“What exactly are you three fools thinking?” A deep voice calls out, echoing through the mall. You all turn to see two beings that can’t possibly be real. Both of them are hairless and clad in shimmering metal armor. The one on the left a woman in shimmering gold with huge white feathered wings, the other a horned man in black iron with wings of a bat. “Heaven and Hell both sent an envoy to determine your punishment. How dare you use magic so irresponsibly. Or are you all so stupid you didn’t know trying to rewrite history was against the rules?”

“I…”. You stammer, shaking. Sarah screams, and Frank takes off in a sprint.

“I think they really are that stupid.” The woman says.