Title: A Bra Mination

Summary: The tables have really turned on our poor unfortunate desire demon.

Disclaimer: BioWare owns all; I just play in their pond.

Author's Notes: Follows closely on the heels of Support Magic, but I don't even…

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Treachery!

Shag had to be the only spirit in the Fade to have been fooled in this way! And it wasn't like out in the world, where people could hide it sometimes. Oh, no. If the other desire girls didn't pick up on it right away, Mistress Musk was sure to know the minute she came by for the world-dusk inspection. All those mages, slumbering away, and she just didn't know if she'd be able to lure one in now!

Such cruel irony the Fade had forced upon her fate. Like, woe. Despair, okay? She had such an entry for her diary right now, but that bitch Caress stole it and spread her secrets around the vanity to all the other girls. If she ever got a foothold in the world she swore she would drown herself from the shame of it all.

It just wasn't fair!

All Whisper said before she cracked up laughing was that the smirk on that woman's face should have been a clue, but it wasn't as if Mistress Musk ever said anything about backing down. And she couldn't stop thinking about it all day, and now it was almost night again and there was nothing she could do!

So there she was, right, waiting for a demon under the harsh glow of the Fade lamp at the corner, and along came this evil witch who made Shag think her day had been made. It was written all over her face that she would have, like, no problem making a deal with a demon, but Shag had been smart! She had remembered the whole time to call herself a spirit!

And then the witch said what she wanted was power. That was, like, awesome, because power was totally number one on the list of easy things to do and she wasn't really into the girl mages anyway. She had the whole Fade to draw on, so it wasn't like she even had to think about feeding some of it to someone out in the world all the time. Like, natch.

So Shag wound up her pitch and, like, pitched, because she so completely wanted a ride out of this drag. Just let a little bit of me come with your power, she said, and I'll give you all you want! And then the witch had, like, totally seen it when her Fade-forsaken pasty popped off and floated down to the ground again!

And it wasn't like she should be bothered, because it was painfully obvious this witch just didn't like her in that way, which was fine with her because all she was giving was power, anyway. But now she had to scramble in a totally unsexy way to put the damn thing back on before the scary eee essarby called out the nipple Nazis.

And the whole time the witch was laughing at her, until she looked down her ugly human nose and said 'twould seem she had a better offer than hosting the Fade to get the Fade, the snob. But when she offered to teach Shag a spell to keep the pasties on and maybe help with the sash around her waist to stop the eee essarby screaming for the gyno Gestapo, the demon had to think.

And it was like Mistress Musk always said, that when they stop to think you've got them, only Shag was thinking now, and the witch got her! The bitch hitched right on to that connection to the Fade so she could suck out her power whenever she wanted, and then she laughed again and it wasn't like the deal was even complete except Shag had let her guard down so now she was, like, possessed or something.

And just when Shag opened her mouth to say hey what about our deal, the bitch woke up!

Fade it just wasn't fair! Maybe it was, like, best or something that she didn't write this down. If the other girls could die of laughing they totally would have already.

Augh!