In the morning, Vaggie was still sleeping on top of Angel's bosom covered by his coat when Alastor showed up.
Alastor glowered down at Angel Dust and growled before relaxing into a sigh.
They had only one bed. It was unavoidable. At least, Vaggie was still wearing her dress from the day before and there was no sign of intercourse. Angel had some sense at least.
"Oh, Vaggie, sweetheart," Alastor sang into the cell. "It's morning! And do I have a surprise for you!"
Vaggie groaned in irritation as she rolled over on Angel's chest, sat up, and looked at Alastor. Her eyes instantly grew as large as a saucer.
Alastor was dressed in traditional male clothing from El Salvador. White collared shirt. White pants. Red ascot. Everything.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Vaggie asked.
"Why, clothes one wears when he and his beloved are going on a date together," Alastor happily replied.
"Vaggie, what's going on?" Angel said sitting up and rubbing his eyes before he noticed Alastor's outfit. "Oh, dear God! Someone's looking hot today, handsome."
"More like racist," Vaggie complained.
Alastor laughed merrily and said, "Oh, Vaggie, I'm simply appealing to your delightful culture from El Salvador."
Vaggie felt the bile rise in the back of her throat as Alastor unlocked the cell door.
Alastor opened the cell door and said, "Come along, Vaggie. We need to get you cleaned up."
Vaggie glared at Alastor as she stood up keeping Angel's coat wrapped around her as she gingerly walked towards the open cell door.
Angel stood up behind her, but Alastor said, "Oh, no, Angel. You will be staying here until I host my auction at the end of the week."
"What do you mean by 'auction?'" Vaggie asked pausing in front of the doorway.
"All will be explained during our date today, my darling," Alastor said beckoning her with one hand to leave the cell.
"Let me guess," Angel said with a smirk. "I'm the main ticket item, right?"
Alastor chuckled out loud and said, "Such a clever boy."
Vaggie's eyes flashed in fear for a second before she walked up to Alastor and yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you do that?! Angel's not a slave!"
Then without a word, Alastor grabbed Angel's coat and threw it back to the spider demon before coming up with a response.
"No," Alastor said nonchalantly. "But he is an annoying pest who should have minded his own business."
Vaggie only continued to glare.
"Still," Alastor said pulling Vaggie out of the doorway and locking the cell door behind her. "I could mitigate the sentence if you tell me who told you where I lived."
Angel gasped in sarcastic shock and said, "What? You don't think I'm smart enough to get here on my own? I've been dead for 72 years, Alastor. I haven't survived this long by being stupid."
"I find that doubtful," Alastor said. "You said that you never got involved in politics and politics involve knowing where one lives and visits."
Angel scoffed as he got up, walked to the bars of his cell, posed himself sensually against him, and said, "Doesn't mean I don't know how to find information when I want to, handsome. You forget that I was the firstborn son of a mafia don. I'm also a first-class slut who knows how to make men talk."
Alastor and Angel stared each other down for a minute, each seeing if the other would crack.
That was until Rosie entered the hallway.
"Vaggie, dear, you must get dressed for the day," Rosie said taking Vaggie's arm.
Vaggie looked back at Angel who nodded to give her affirmation before she and Rosie started walking away.
"Oh, Vaggie, we must get you bathed immediately," Rosie said. "That smell is just awful. We'll see you soon, Alastor."
Alastor nodded to Rosie and turned back to see Angel silently smirking.
"You gonna say something, stag? Or shall we just keep gazing into each other's eyes?" Angel asked.
"Nothing too much," Alastor replied with a proud smirk. "Other than your family will love to see you again."
Angel's eyes flashed in a panic for a second, but by the time he gained his composure, Alastor had already walked away.