Writing down, "Kneesocks Demon"

With a click of the pen, Stocking wrote down the name of the cyan haired demon along the line of the booklet...

Kneesocks fiddled with her tie for the upteenth time in the fancy mirror in her bedroom in the Hell's Gate Tower. She was sure as sure her latest scheme will work, as her first non-cooperative piece to prove that she was just as good solo, but had to be sure to make a good impression for the higher-ups in Hell, or rather, the lower-downs, as the ranking system chart is directed to deeper into the pit, the better you are.

She and her sister were given a challenge to earn a potential promotion should they pass. The test, make a plan individually, and afflict it upon the angels separately. Both Kneesocks and her sister were confident such a task was a decisive victory in their favor even if their previous schemes were their collaborative works and this would be their first individual plans, but the fact that they are both being monitored by the lower-downs and being graded actively the moment they begin their plan leaves a lot of demon nerves flaring, specifically for Kneesocks, it was mostly in her face as she was blushing like a lighthouse.

"Alright, girl," Kneesocks said to her rather stunning reflection, dressed in an ice cream parlor's uniform (and working it~, she mentally praised), "This is a big moment, shake off those jitters, and this plan will go smooth. Reports have come in that the goth brat angel has accepted the invite to the grand opening to the new 'Cream All Over', so you got her baited. Then, when she's in, you lock the building down, and drown her in the ice cream ghost you special ordered that gets bigger with the more you eat or gets melted." She calmed her blush down, took a few deep breaths, and...

"Arf arf! I'm a bitch! I'm a dirty, dirty slut for rules! Awoo!" Kneesocks barked at her reflection without warning. She clapped her hands around her mouth at the sudden emission! What was that about?! She wondered. Her blush returned with a vengeance, now with a large tablespoon of panic. That outburst came out of nowhere, what had caused it?

"M-must be my n-nerves." The ponytailed demon rationalized to herself, checking the mirror again at her ice cream themed slutty princess dress. She was stymied at her own decision to dress in such a manner, originally her plan was to go as an ice cream waiter in a shapeshifted disguise, but now it changed for her to be the mascot at the last moment. She was VERY lucky that angels were naive dumbasses and didn't notice the header of her, in a large puffed up to hell and back gown that looks like an upside down strawberry ice cream splatted on the floor, with the upper corset pushing her handful sized boobs together and decorated like an ice cream cone, complete with cone-styled princess cone hat on her head. The annoying part was she needed to now apply the drizzlings of chocolate sauce all over the tops of the huge shelf of watermelon-sized titflesh, because the designer of the logo she hired got a little too kinky with the design. She rolled her eyes as she reached for the bottle and began squirting it liberally over her tatas, the outburst forgotten for a moment as she felt it on her bosom, making her feel very horny from the contact, and annoyed, she was very sensitive about her boobs in multiple ways, and highlighting them only made it worse.

In a huff, she settled that it will do for now, and headed out to her limo, Demon Rulebook in-between her buttcheeks, as is tradition of Rule 493 dash Beta: Uptight bitchy demons must hold their rulebooks between their asscheeks when wearing poofy dresses, and Kneesocks simply must follow the rules, even ones she doesn't like, so she had prepped for this ever since the garment was designed, slipping it under the gown and revealing her cone-styled kneesocks with chocolate colored high heels as she wedged it between her butt and minced off to the garage to prepare for the big plan.