What she needs, a partner

"Well my dear, at the moment, I'm guessing you're not in the best of situations?" She Huff's softly before crossing her arms under her rather large bust. I smirk lightly as I've seemingly hit the proverbial nail on the head. I take time to take in her form as I slowly walk around her.

In her Gargoyle form, she stood at a towering eight feet tall, with massive breasts barely hidden by her leotard like top, human Demona stands at a respectable six feet tall, towering over me, but not in a ridiculous manner.

"Well my dear, how does this sound, if you agree to play my little game, and win, I'll be your servant." Her inquisitive gasp of surprise gave cause for my smirk to widen. I had troubles trying to stifle the shudder of strangely pleasurable feelings I felt as she gently caressed my chin, I felt a warm, calming sensation filling me, almost seemingly trying to coerce my tongue to loosen, and spill more of my scheme.

"You have my attention little human, but why would I WANT to play, hmm? When I could simply make you my **** right now?" The light glassy look in my eyes quickly shattered, giving her cause to step back slightly. "Because I interest you. And...." Walking to a nearby bookshelf, I grasp a rather old book, one I was assured by the company representative that Demona would recognise.