"You're so...beefy." the demoness said poking one of her toned arms.
"Thanks..?" Vaggie said unsure of how to react.
Valentino only sent two of his girls to doll her up.
One was named, Pixie, a very pink flower demon. That had even pinker flowers coming out her right eye, her scalp, and across several parts of her body. Even a few black vines wrapped around her arms. Wearing a slutty pink pastel dress.
Then there was Zambi, a gordon demon with big dark sunglasses and her snake hair pulled into a bun, (which in Vaggies opinion look painful) with a rather revealing dark dress.
Pixie was the only one that brought clothes and makeup, while Zambi brought nothing and took to sitting on the couch, only occasionally making sarcastic comments.
"Maybe Val got tired of overly feminine men and decided he try he-she girls," Zambi chuckled picking up a magazine and looking through it.
"Maybe. But I don't see why he feels he need he needs to dress her up." Pixie said picking up a purple dress and holding it against Vaggie seeming to see if it would fit.
"Can you not talk about me like I'm not here?" Vaggie huffed.
She's been kidnapped and forced into an engagement today, she did not need two whores being douches to her.
Zambi hummed, "Sorry if we don't have respect for Valentinos whore of the week," she chuckled, "I'm sure you think your special now but unless you start camming for him he'll lose interest real fast."
Vaggie rolled her eyes, please, she wanted him to lose interest. The last thing she'll do is intentionally try to get him to pay attention to her.
"I wish we had something with long sleeves, it'll make it look like your arms aren't so bulky." Pixie said frantically looking through the clothes.
Vaggie rolled her eyes, she was not that muscular!
Yes she was certainly buff compared to most girls but she was far from being a body builder or anything close to it.
She chose to not acknowledge her comment and looked over all the dresses the flower demon brought, all of them being colorful and bright, all revealing way too much skin than she would like.
Vaggie didn't hate colorful clothes but she preferred to mix her colors with grey and blacks.
And those seemed to be the only colors that Pixie didn't have.
She sighed, before actually spotting something. Not even saying anything to either of them, picked up and walked off, to change.
The girls said some stuff but Vaggie didn't really pay attention.
She came back out, wearing the dress.
It had been the only black and actually semi appropriate dess she found.
It was a completely black turtle neck like dress. It covered her arms and chest but it was ridiculously tight and short with it only barely coming past her inner thigh.
"Oh! That actually almost works." Pixie said in awe almost.
Zambi briefly looked over at Vaggie and laughed, "If Valentino wanted a goth bitch he would head to a funeral! We were suppose to make her look nice."
But he did get a goth bitch. Vaggie!
Again Vaggie rolled her eyes, "Well it covers up my "bulky arms" so, lets go with this."
Pixie hummed, "I dunno, Val might get mad if he doesn't like it and I don't wanna see that, and trust me neither do you." She looked around before picking up a pair of scissors, "I might know how to fix this."
Vaggie squinted, "What are you-"
Before she could get the words out Pixie immediately sliced away at her dress, using the scissors like a blade.
Cutting out a hole where her chest was exposing a lot of cleavage and a cut to expose her toned stomach.
"Perfect!" Pixie exclaimed, "Valentino will like this a lot more."
Vaggie groaned, but again didn't protest.
Something told her not going along with this would make Valentino add more rules to this "marriage" and she needed what little freedom she could get.
Vaggie had little hope but she had to acknowledge that she wasn't an expert on demon deals and if this party had all the overlords here then maybe Charile or Lucifer was there, which meant she could get help.
Perhaps they could find a loophole or point out a way Valentino can invalidate their deal.
Hell, maybe if Alastors there she can make a deal with him to get her out of this mess.
She didn't like Alastor but she would rather her soul be with him rather than Valentino anyday.
"Now to the hair!" Pixie exclaimed, before shoving Vague into a chair, instantly she went for Vaggies bow.
Vaggie slapped her hand away, "Leave my hair alone." She growled.
That being said, Vaggie had to put her foot down on some things, if Valentino wanted her for a wife then that's what she'll give him.
Pixie took her warning and nodded, "Uh okay, makeup then?"
That Vaggie allowed, and she predicted exactly what kind of makeup she got.
Bright heavy eyeshadow with lots of eyeliner, and bright red lipsticks that made her lips look way thicker than they actually were, along with bright pink blush that, frankly, looked horrible on grey skin.
It was cheap, bright, obnoxious, and fake looking.
Reminded her of back when she was alive and was a whore herself, or of cheap desperate easy college girls that really wanted to get boned.
Again, what she expected from Valentino.
Though a part of her did wonder why he wanted his blushing bride to be to look like any of his whores or cam girls, but knowing Valentino, he probably didn't know the difference or really cared.
He just wanted her to look like what he liked, so it looked like Vaggie would be looking like some slutty broad whether she wanted to or not.
"Hey, you actually look nice," Zambi said sarcastically.
Vaggie ignored the comment just letting out a sigh upon seeing herself.
Maybe she wouldn't have to dress like this everytime she went out, perhaps her "darling husband" could learn to make an exception once in a while.
"Are you finally finished in here or-" Valentino stopped speaking as he walked in, his eyes landing on Vaggie and carefully looking over her.
Vaggie wanted to vomit, as his eyes looked over her exposed body, she knew what he was thinking.
Seeing everything he was seeing as his, his little whore and was counting down to the second he could claim his "prize".
The idea of being his slut made her sick. She lived the life of being fake flashy looking whore for guys with money to put on display, and she hated it.
Now she was trapped in it again.
Honestly perhaps this party was her only chance of not returning to the life she had before.
Valentino let out an almost satisfied hum, "Was the color black really necessary? She look better in white."
Vaggie responded before either Pixie and Zambi could, "I like black." She stated, "Now are we ready to go or not? I'd imagine you don't want to keep people waiting."
Valentino glared and let out a dark chuckle, "Impatient are we? Fine. Come with Daddy, the press is waiting."
Zambi and Pixie exchanged a look, Vaggie ignored them and walked up to Valentino locking arms with him, and he lead her away.