The night was dieing down and Vaggie needed to unwind for tonight.

Charlie had stopped by her room to make sure she was alright after not showing up to dinner, which made Vaggie happy.

Charlie still cared about her.

God, she really was pathetic.

Vaggie reassured her, she vented to Charlie a bit about her concerns about Alastor and the henchpeople he summoned, though didn't list all of her concerns. She didn't want to worry Charlie too much, especially since she seemed to be more hopeful for the hotel than ever.

She especially didn't tell her about what happened on the roof with Alastor, because honestly, she was still certain Alastor was bullshitting at least ninety percent of what he said and again if Charlie really was interested in Alastor, well, she would rather not immediately spoil her hopes.

Charlie had given Vaggie some comfort before leaving, hugging Vaggie before saying goodnight. Which was nice, but Vaggie still wanted more.

But, it wouldn't happen.

It had been two months yet only now did it feel like they were broken up. Vaggie wasn't sure if it was Alastor himself that caused this realization to finally sink in but he was at least one of the reasons.

But, Vaggie didn't want to think about it right now, she just wanted to take a shower then head to bed.

As she got undressed and let the warm water run over, her thoughts began to wonder.

Back when she was alive warm showers like this with fancy soaps, shampoos, and such were nearly impossible to have. At least not without getting your hands extremely dirty.

The irony.

Again Vaggie supposed she had Charlie to thank for all of this, she would have gone back to her old ways of relying on pimps to survive if it weren't for her.

Oh, Charlie...

Honestly, it was a wonder how someone as amazing as her was in this literal hellhole.

Vaggies hands began to drift to the lower part of her body

Charlie was especially amazing in bed.

She was already getting wet thinking about it.

Vaggie wasn't a sex-crazed maniac and neither was Charlie, but they had sex fairly often, a lot more earlier in their relationship.

It had always been amazing, it had been warm, intimate, and just soft. Which most people found it boring or just mediocre but Vaggie slept with others before, where the sex was just mindless rough fucking and it never appealed to her then, and especially not now.

Something personal was just what worked on her.

Charlie's gentle fingers on her skin, her soft lips, her high-pitched moans, and god, her taste.

Vaggies hands found her clit and started to slowly rub it. Letting out a soft moan.

She remembered it so well, Charlie grabbing onto her hair and pulling Vaggies face deeper in between her legs, practically panting as she was so close to her climax and-

And Vaggie would never have that again.

She stopped her movements and sighed, she couldn't think about Charlie right now.

So much for an orgasm tonight.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of someone else. Maybe an ex-girlfriend or an old client but nothing emitted the same flame of arousal.

Maybe, someone she knew? She tried imaging Angel Dust and for a second she got turned on but only for a second. Yeah, Nah, no matter how attractive Angel was, Vaggie could only think of him more like a brother.

She let out a sigh in frustration.

Maybe she could make someone up? At this point what choice did she have?

She closed her eyes and imagined a tall demoness, only slightly taller than her, she had long black hair, red eyes, a full-body figure, and plump red lips.

Yes, she could work with this.

Her hand returned to her clit

She imagined kissing the girl, exploring her mouth with tongue then going lower kissing her neck, her collarbones, her breast, stomach, then to her thighs.

The demon moaning and praising her all the way.

Vaggies pace on her clit increased.

Vaggie pressed her face into the demon's heat, aggressively licking her clit and making her scream.

She could hear her moan, 'Oh yes, yes, just like that,'

Vaggies hips subconsciously began to buck against her hand, she used her other hand to cover her mouth and muffle any moans. She couldn't let people hear her. God, she was getting close.

'Keep going! Oh, keep going-'

"OH DARLING!"

Vaggie instantly stopped her motions.

That voice wasn't what she was imagining the demon girl sounded like, in fact, it kinda sounded a lot like Alastor and she hated the idea of that deer asshole invading her fantasy.

In fact, it sounded too real to be part of her fantasy.

Acting quickly she turned off the shower water, hope out then hastily dried her body as much as she could before throwing on a bathrobe. She stepped out of her bathroom to see Alastor standing there.

"Ah, there y-"

"Why are you here!?" Vaggie hissed, she wasn't in the mood to be blue balled by this motherfucker.

"Well, I offered to tuck you in." Alastor explained, "And you said that you enjoy that and I can't keep a friend waiting."

Vaggie blinked, "Okay first off, we're not friends. Second off, I was joking, and finally, why didn't you knock?!" She scowled.

"Why did you leave the door unlocked?" Alastor retorted.

"Sorry if I thought that people would have the DECENCY to KNOCK," Vaggie growled, but then she realized something.

How long had he been there?

From the looks of it, it sounded like he just came in but she didn't know that for sure.

She tried her best to keep quiet because the walls weren't soundproof ya know, but a few sounds could have been heard if he was in her room.

"How long have you been here?" Vaggie asked practically seething with suspicion.

"Only just walked in." Alastor informed, "Was hoping I be able to prepare you a hot bath, but seems you already beat me to that."

Okay. Well, if he heard anything he wasn't saying anything about so she guessed that was-

Wait, did he admit to wanting to run a bath for her?

Vaggie tensed, okay he definitely had some plans for tonight with her and she didn't like it one bit.

"That's weird," Vaggie said, hoping he gets the hint.

Alastor shrugged as if he meant no harm, "Well either way. Let's get started on the rest shall we?" He began to move toward her

Vaggie tensed fully ready to punch the guy if he tried anything. She only said she like to be "tucked in' to shock him, she didn't think he was serious or that he take her seriously. Granted she didn't get the vibes he expected anything sexual but being the dumbass she was, she probably put the idea into his head.

Though even if she was a bit worried she wasn't completely scared. She knew how to defend herself, and Alastor might be a powerful overlord but she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

Even if those failed she could certainly yell loud enough or manage to throw something around to make enough noise to get Chariles or somebody's attention, Charlie sure as hell wouldn't stand for this after all and she surely kick Alastor out of the hotel afterward.

And even if all of that didn't work Vaggie would still fight, kick and scream, even if he still succeeded in taking advantage of her she could live with that. Because she would have fought back. This wasn't her first time in a situation like this, and she live through it.

However, Alastor didn't walk up and grab her or even attack her as she expected but instead, he walked right past her and over to her dresser.

Vaggies surprise was visible on her face, but she quickly snapped out of it when he began to open her underwear drawer.

She quickly rushed over and shut it back before Alastor could see anything.

No way in all of hell was she letting this bastard see her lingerie.

"What are you doing?" Vaggie asked more confused than angry.

"Well if we are to get you into bed you need proper sleepwear," Alastor explained as calmly as ever, "You've already cleaned yourself," he then turned his attention to her bed, "The room is well made enough. Now, do you need some help falling asleep? I could fix up some tea, I know this amazing herbal blend that helps with insomnia. Oh! If you like I could read you a story. Do you have any books? I could summon a few if you don't, tell me, do you like Shakespeare?"

Vaggie blinked, he was talking too fast for her to process what he was saying.

Clothes? Tea? A fuckin' bedtime story? What?

Vaggie was beyond confused, did...did he seriously legit just mean to tuck her in? Were his intentions that innocent? Or was this a weird kink? Like treating her like a child tucking her in and reading her a bedtime story? Ew.

Vaggie in both her confusion and frustration sighed, "Look," she started, but struggled to find the right words, "I don't wanna have sex with you." she said finally.

Alastors eyes widened and he laughed awkwardly, "I..you...I..." he laughed again as if he was unsure of how else to react, "No no no no no." He laughed again, "No."

Vaggie raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain.

"I don't want anything like that from you." Alastor said laughing, "I simply want to get to know you. Nothing sexual or romantic of the sort."

Vaggie squinted, "So by that logic then why do you want to 'tuck me in?"

Alastor seemed a bit confused before seeming to realize something and then sighed, "You kids these days make everything sexual.."

"Um sorry, but unless you are talking to a literal child then there so way anyone wouldn't think that was you asking for sex." Vaggie huffed, "And considering the way you talked to me on the roof, well, forgive me if I thought you were interested in THAT way."

Alastor laughed, whether Vaggie had made him uncomfortable, nervous, or just humored him. Vaggie figured it was the last one, the asshole probably thought it was hilarious that someone like her could ever be with someone with him like THAT.

"Well, I won't deny it's a possibility that it might become that, but it's unlikely." Alastor continued, "Romance isn't really my thing."

"Right." Vaggie said, honestly not caring that much, "Well. We aren't sleeping together and you are not tucking me in so, you leave asshole." She motioned toward the door.

Alastor didn't move, simply keeping his smile, "Surely you could settle for some tea? Or a late-night chat?"

"No." Vaggie stated, "I know this might be hard to understand, but I don't care that you're interested in me. I don't want to talk to you, I don't want you here, I'm not scared of you, I'm not fascinated like other demons are, and if I had the chance, the power to do so and lacked any morals, I would kill you where you stand." Vaggie growled and pointed toward the door, "Now leave."

Alastor paused, still not moving, before speaking again, "Do you hate me, my dear?"

"Yes," Vaggie said not even hesitating, still pointing toward the door. "Now leave."

"Why?" Alastor asked still not moving.

"Why? You wanna know why!?" Vaggie growled, "Oh! I'll tell you why!" Vaggie huffed and walked up to him, "You kill people!" She hissed poking his chest, "You murdered thousands of innocents, you brought people home and ATE them. Like they were pigs for the slaughter!" She exclaimed, "You're a no-good shitlord. No different than any shitty crimelord that walks around acting like they can get away with anything because of the small amount of the power and money you have! It makes me sick!" She hissed, "You aren't worthy to be in this hotel! Let alone be around Charlie."

Alastor never said anything, simply watching her, keeping his grin. He kept quiet, watching her, finally, he spoke, "I suppose you have a point." He said nonchalantly, not seeming that affected by her words, "But, despite knowing this you still talk to me like I have no power. Surely you are aware that usually talking to me like this would get you instantly erased?"

Vaggie sighed, "I am well aware." She started taking a step back from him, glaring, "I know that it be safer go just keep quiet and play nice, but I'm tired of that." She clenched her first, "I did it too much when I was alive. Letting powerful men walk over me because they had power. I'm sick of it! I don't care if it does get me in trouble, I'm tired of it. I'll tell any shitty shitlord like yourself exactly what they are and I won't be some quiet doormat for them!"

Alastor again didn't say anything. He listened to her and his grin almost seem to widen.

Vaggie cleared her throat, "So, though I don't expect you to respect my wishes. I'll ask nicely," she growled, "Please leave my room and leave me the fuck alone."

Alastor didn't move for a bit, still watching her before finally shrugging and beginning to walk toward the door.

"You know," He turned to her one foot out the door, "I know you-"

"No."

Alastor blinked, "You didn't even let me finish."

"I don't care." Vaggie said, "I don't wanna hear it. You aren't going to convince me to spent time with you or some shit."

"Well, I was just going to say that I admire your bravery." Alastor chuckled, "But oh well."

Vaggies eyes widen a bit and for a second she was speechless but it didn't last long, "Whatever." Vaggie said,

"Now leave." They both said at the same time.

Vaggie had to hold herself back from laughing, she had to stay mad at him dammit, "Real mature."

"Sorry if you were so predictable and I had a little fun." Alastor chuckled, "But alright. I'll leave now, but my offer for tea or to talk still stands." He said walking out the door.

"Guess it's a shame I'll never take it." Vaggie huffed before slamming the door shut behind him, locking it this time since apparently, it was too hard to fucking KNOCK.

She groaned and looked around her room, back to how it was. Empty and alone.

She sighed, in a way, she kind of missed the shitlord. Vaggie would never admit that out loud but ever since she and Charlie broke up going to sleep had been hard.

Even without the sex, there was no one to chat with, cuddle with and the entire room just felt cold and empty.

In a way, the shitlord had offered some company. And Vaggie wouldn't deny it was tempting. But, again, she would never accept it.

Vaggie sighed then crawled into bed, keeping her bathrobe not bothering to put on anything else. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It's okay. She'll get used to this.

She'll get used to the empty bed, and use to not having Charlie.

She'll be okay.

The sun will come out tomorrow.