The demoness invited Stygal and Oz over to the apartment because she wanted to spend some time with the two incredibly handsome men, and she wanted to take advantage the fact that Riley wasn’t going to be home until the next morning, or so she thinks. Olly opened the door to Riley’s apartment and offered the two men a toothy grin. “It is so good to see you both,” she greeted then stepped to the side to allow them inside of the apartment. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her dark eyes looking up and down their bodies, “and Riley isn’t here. We will be alone. So, I hope this isn’t a problem having you both here with me.” The demoness plopped down on one of the couch and adjusted the hem of her short skirt.

Olly tipped her head to side as her dark eyes scan over the other’s face for a moment. “Okay, I think that shirt looks decent, but what about trying on navy rather than black? Or or crimson?” She suggested with a toothy smile. “I mean not everyone in Hell still wears all black. I wore pink...twice?”

Olly pouted a little bit as she looked down at her phone to check the time. She missed the train by two minutes and made her way to sit down on one of the empty benches. The demoness plopped down and sighed a bit, “stupid train schedule...” 

“I’ve been away from Hell for over a year. It’ll be a little strange to go back for a quick familial visit,” she told the other as she poured both of them strawberry margaritas. “If you want something else after this round feel free to make something new. Went to the grocery store this morning,” she said sliding the glass to the other. “I know my older sisters and brothers will be thrilled to see me and Riley.” 

The demoness stuck her paintbrush in her mouth as she took a couple steps back to admire the current piece of art she was working on. Her nose wrinkled up then took the paintbrush out, “Almost done,” she told herself. She placed her palette and brush back on the table and untied her apron. Olly turned on her heels when everything was placed down and her eyebrows knitted together for a moment, “I didn’t really expect company or are you not here to keep me company?”

Olly dramatically opened the changing room door after trying on a somewhat revealing dress. The neckline was deep, but she was loving the dramatic necklines lately.  She posed for the other woman, “How does this one look? Does it scream potential Queen of Hell?” She asked as she used the door as a prop. “Or do you think I could find another dress that would be even better? I am attending an art gallery this weekend for a friend. Or should I tone it down?”

“I’m helping a mutual friend with photography ideas. Do you think the models should blow bubbles or  hold balloons? Or something completely different? I like bubbles and balloons, but I’m stuck between the two of them.”

The demoness went back to staring at her closet before opting on an all black outfit: black skinny jeans with a black crop top with white stripes.