Demon Party

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The demoness looked down at her flawless body casually. "You mean flaunt it?" She laughed, covering her mouth in a lady-like manner. She was used to being touched and groped, it was quite the norm. A greeting even. "Such a... nice... setting you've prepared for this party, Akuma. My only complaint is the lack of naked male waiters! Why, everyone should be naked! The sins of the flesh must be relished, not hidden! Even Lord Lucifer over there-" She gestured at the demon king as he flirted with a naked waitress, his massive cock swinging floppily between his legs, "Knows the joys of being liberated from clothes!"

"That's because you're a WHORE-" The demon lord, Abraxas sniped, appearing in a splash of blood, his four foot Hellbeast, Zarka, sneered at the other guests as he clung to Abraxas' pant leg with a paw. "Clothes tell others how dominant you are!" He drawled coldly, taking her hand and kissing it, despite his rudeness.

"Oh," Lucifer rolled his eyes, "He's here." The king of hell flapped his lips like a horse. Abraxas was always so melodramatic. And loud.

Lillith laughed, her beautiful, seductive voice filled with amusement. "Is this why you dress like a BDSM fetishist?" She cooed, then grabbed Akuma's ass back, giving it a firm squeeze. "Oh that's nice, I like my boys taking initiative."