Sir Pentious sat in his office chair in silence as he waited on the photos to be printed out. That day had brought a lot of memories back to his mind, memories he remembered fondly and some he remembered not so fondly.
After being in hell for over a century, Sir Pentious figured the memories wouldn't bother him anymore and that he would forget what it was like to be a man. The truth was that time only made the memories sting more…
"Hey, boss!" his assistant's upbeat voice called interrupting his thoughts. "Dinner's ready and…Boss? Are you okay? Do you feel sad?"
Sir Pentious quickly turned around to see Toulouse looking him over in concern. The snake demon couldn't help but smile. Even if he lost everything else, there was the one person he still had that made it all bearable.
"Boss?" Toulouse said walking up to him and holding his hand. "It's okay if you're sad. I'm right here if you need me."
Sir Pentious suddenly snapped back to reality and said, "Don't worry, Toulouse. I'm alright. Just a bit weary from the day's events. How is everything going? Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah!" Toulouse said happily.
"Good," Sir Pentious said standing up on his tail and slithering towards the door. "Where's Delilah?"
"Oh, that's what I wanted to tell you," Toulouse said. "She got her new outfit ready and she wanted to show it to you before dinner. Delilah's right outside the door."
"Oh," Sir Pentious replied slithering back to his chair. "You can come in, Delilah."
Delilah opened the door to reveal her modified outfit. She still wore the black, embroidered blouse from before, but now, she was wearing a black, knee-length, silk skirt with a silk ribbon belt across the top of it that was tied in a bow in the back. Underneath the skirt, she wore black stockings and her black boots.
Delilah and Toulouse were very pleased with the result, but Sir Pentious stood there looking absolutely horrified.
Delilah smiled as she walked in and said, "Hello, handsome. Are you ready to start our date?"
"What in God's name are you wearing?" Sir Pentious asked in horror.
"I'm wearing an updated version of the ensemble I was wearing before," Delilah said striking a model's pose. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?! You destroyed my dress!"
"I'd say I improved it. Those skirts were far too heavy for any rational woman to wear."
"You look like a prostitute," Sir Pentious said derisively looking at her knees.
"I look like I have class," Delilah said confidently as she lustfully looked into Sir Pentious's eyes. "Now, are you ready for dinner?"
Sir Pentious looked down at her legs, and his heart started beating faster. He looked up at the rest of her, and he started sweating. Delilah was so beautiful. It was no wonder that the mighty Samson fell at her feet…
Delilah smiled clearly aware of his feelings, batted her eyelashes at him, and asked, "What's wrong, Sir Pentious? Let's go to dinner and have some fun. Or, do you want to get right to it?"
Sir Pentious couldn't move. He felt overcome with desire as his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Uh, boss?" Toulouse asked confusedly. "Are you okay?"
"I NEED A MINUTE!" Sir Pentious finally yelled as he slithered past Delilah and down the hall to his organ room.
