A month has passed since Fizzarolli was hired to work at Ozzie's, and he was now firmly established in the club. The people who knew him loved him, Asmodeus most of all. He knew he was right to pick him for the job. But now it was time for the jester to prove himself, as he becomes one of the main acts for tonight.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli walked side-by-side down the backstage hallway, talking back and forth about the details of tonight's show.

"I just can't believe you don't have anyone lined up for tonight," Fizz said shaking his head.

"It's not that I don't have anyone," Asmodeus countered, "we have plenty of talent tonight. It's just the one slot that needs to be filled, and unfortunately the people that were scheduled for it got purged by the angels."

Fizz groaned, "Of course they did, why the hell were they in Pride anyway? On fucking Extermination Day of all days!"

"I don't know, and it doesn't matter now," Asmodeus sighed. He reached out and placed a large hand on Fizz with a smile, indicating he should stop and look at him. When he did so, Asmodeus continued, "Look, normally such unexpected changes can be handled easily, but all my usual contacts have made prior obligations so they won't be able to make it. But I don't need them, because I have the most talented imp who's just perfect for the part."

Fizz tried to avert his eyes with a blush, "Ugh, please don't sweet talk me, I'll do it alright? This isn't my first time putting on a show."

"Don't I know it," Asmodeus said, biting his lip, causing Fizz to blush even harder. "Just show them the sexy imp I know and they'll be more than satisfied."

He removed his hand and continued walking, with Fizz jogging slightly to catch up. "But I know me springing this onto you without giving you time to prep will make this tricky, so you won't be alone out there."

The purposefully vague comment confused Fizz, and thoughts began to fill his head. I won't be alone? Who will I be with? Candy? Jasmine? Cheryl? God I hope it's not Cheryl, that fucking bitch. Wait, why would I need anyone, haven't I proven I can do this just fine by myself? I don't need prep time, impromptu acts are what I'm best at! What is going on…

He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice they reached the curtains leading to the stage until Asmodeus grabbed his arm and pulled him back before he stepped out in front of the crowd.

"Woah Fizzy, I know you're eager but you still got a few minutes before you need to go out," he said with a chuckle.

But when he saw the worried expression on Fizz he stopped laughing, his three faces filled with concern, and knelt down to his level. Fizz was normally great at hiding his true emotions, even from Asmodeus, but what he didn't know is that he could see through the facade he made. Ever since their first meeting he knew the smile he wore was painted on much like his makeup. But in brief moments like this he let the mask slip, and his worries became apparent in his expression. It troubled Asmodeus to see how much his favorite employee hurt and hid from him; yet he never pried, such was the nature of their current relationship. Partners in business, and sometimes in bed, but in neither case were they open emotionally.

After a moment, Fizz noticed how Asmodeus was looking at him, and his usual cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Aw, c'mon Ozzie, I can hear them calling my name. You're going to deprive the people of what they want?"

The way he casually slid back into his persona was something Asmodeus couldn't ignore this time; so he addressed the worries Fizz was currently feeling.

"Relax Fizzy, I know you're more than capable of handling yourself. You drive everyone in this building wild every time they see you. I'm only trying to elevate your performance. Trust me, you'll love the surprise." He paused briefly, seeing the look in Fizz's eyes hadn't changed, then made a remark to put him at ease.

"They won't be one of the usual girls, and definitely not Cheryl."

He gave a sly smile, which Fizz returned and said, "Well thank Lucifer for that. Ok, thanks for the pep-talk coach, can you put me in now?"

Although he didn't really acknowledge it, Asmodeus knew Fizz understood what he told him. So he stood back up and said, "Go get 'em baby. And you know where to find me while you're out there." He punctuated the sentence by blowing a kiss towards Fizz, then he turned back and began making his way towards his private viewing balcony.

Fizz turned towards the curtains again, now slightly more relaxed after their talk. Reaching into his outfit, he pulled out a suggestive-looking microphone and spun it once in his robotic hand. Not for the first time, he admired the gift Asmodeus had given him. A month ago he was hobbling around on prosthetics that barely accomplished the simple function of walking, with primitive claws whose biggest feature were the ability to pick up coffee cups. But thanks to his new boss he was given a major upgrade. These robotic limbs are more impressive than his real appendages were; they could accomplish feats of dexterity and strength no normal demon could do, and he always used them to their fullest extent. It also helped give him a major confidence boost, which he took advantage of now.

Putting the microphone up to his lips, he started the show, "Hello all you sexy sluts. The next act is about to take the stage! This individual needs no introduction, but one will be provided anyway. He's someone you all know and love, and a regular act in this humble house of lust."

Fizz paused to let the stagehands know that was their cue to start the music. They do so, playing a Verosika Mayday song Fizz didn't know the name of, despite her tracks making up the majority of music played at Ozzie's. But it was poppy and sultry, fitting with the general themes of the establishment, and it gave him the perfect idea for how he would perform tonight.

He continued to hype himself up, "The man who knows how to handle both your funny bones, he's a clown who is always ready to go down, please give it up for-"

He paused again and extended his arms out to the ground, flipping himself over then extending his legs down to catch him. He continued these arching somersaults, going around the curtains and onto the stage runway. His feet hit the ground at the very end and stopped him, the legs shrinking back down to their normal length as the rest of Fizz's body caught up. As he faced the crowd with a smile, he waited for his arms to retract with the microphone before finishing his statement.

"Me! The great Fizzarolli!"

He ended it with a satisfied bow, listening as the patrons of Ozzie's cheered and hollered at his typical extravagant introduction. They loved him, and they always made sure to remind him of that. Although he was usually a show between the acts, they gave no complaints seeing he would be performing himself.

Rising up from his bow, he looked up at the balcony in front of the stage. Just like he said, Asmodeus was already sitting there, looking at the imp with his usual lustful eyes. He paused momentarily, believing he saw someone next to him, but on further inspection it appeared to be just one of his heads.

Fizz shook his head, he was letting his nerves get to him. Asmodeus already put his fullest confidence in him, there was no reason for him to falter now. Yet his comment on "not being alone out here" confused him. As it stands, it seems like he's the only one on stage. Maybe they would make their appearance later? Whoever they were. For the moment, that wasn't important. His audience was waiting for him; it was time for Fizz to get on with the show.

With the microphone still gripped in his hand, he said, "Now I know how much you love my usual routine, but I think for tonight I'll change it up a little. Besides, I know what you all really want to see, and who am I to deny you?"

He put the mic on the stand in front of him, then he reached behind his back and unzipped his costume, allowing it to fall to the ground and expose his mostly-naked body to the awaiting crowd. The reaction was near instantaneous, as the cheers grew louder and whistles from various patrons came from the audience. Fizz couldn't help but chuckle, he was soaking in the adoration and loving every second of it.

As he kicked his clothes off-stage, to be hurriedly snatched by an employee before the crowd could be whipped up into an even greater frenzy, he leaned back into the mic.

"Apologies if that wasn't as seductive as you lustful sinners may have wanted, but that costume is a complete outfit. Can't really take it off piece by piece. Although…"

He let his voice trail off as he hooked his thumbs around the holes of his underwear, teasing them down slightly without revealing anything. This had the desired effect, causing the throng to demand for the remaining article of clothing to come off. Fizz's eyes moved side to side as he scanned the spectators, purposefully riling them up. At the apex of their excitement, he grinned and pulled them back up, unhooking his thumbs and moving his arms up with a shrug.

"Nah, I think you all have gotten more than an eyeful for now. But stick around, maybe I'll change my mind. As long as you all keep misbehaving that is."

With that he extended his arm back across the stage until it wrapped around the pole towards the very back. Jumping off the ground he pulled himself towards it rapidly, and when he got close he used his momentum to spin around the middle a couple times. He closed his eyes, feeling the room rush around him and relaxing fully into the performance he was giving. As he felt himself slow down, he kicked his legs up over his head so he was now upside-down, then wrapped them around the pole and let his arms extend out from his sides. When he stopped he was holding himself up solely by his legs and facing the crowd.

He knew what would happen next. The crowd would go wilder, their cheers would echo throughout the building and into the street. The bouncer was probably having a hard time keeping the people outside from storming in right about now. But that's not what happened.

Instead he heard two audible, recognizable, metal thunks as something came down in front of him, and the crowd was drawn into a hush. This change prompted Fizz to open his eyes, and when he did he came face-to-face… with his own face. Such a sight took him off-guard, and he felt himself slide down the pole as his legs loosened; but he just as quickly tightened them to keep himself hanging. Although it was tricky, he looked his counterpart up and down, or rather down and up.

They were a spitting image of the jester, similarly disrobed although their entire body seemed to be made out of metal rather than just the arms and legs. From the lack of clothes Fizz could also make out they lacked a tail. And when he looked up to their face he was met with glowing green eyes and a neon heart that sat between them. Based on all these details, Fizz correctly guessed he was staring at a robotic version of himself. But why? Was this the surprise Asmodeus was referring to?

Before he could think to form a sentence, the robot spoke, "Well damn, when Ozzie told me I was modeled after the sexiest imp he knew he wasn't lying. How's it hanging handsome?"

Fizz didn't respond, as his mind whorled with all the worst possible reasons why Asmodeus would make a robotic version of him. Was his earlier praise of him false? Did he actually think he wasn't good enough and needed to be replaced? But if that's true, why would he model his replacement to be exactly like him? Once more, Fizz was left utterly confused as to what was happening, and he could feel himself slipping again.

"So, what are we doing? Do I just copy you, or do you want me to do something else?"

The questions made Fizz blink from his thoughts, and he looked up at his robotic half with a simple question of his own. "W-what?"

"Well, this is your show gorgeous, and I'm programmed to help you." It leaned down to Fizz's level and whispered, pointing a thumb back to the crowd, "So tell me, how should we get these sinners off?"

In that instance it clicked for him, and his fears washed away to be replaced with a blush. He was overthinking the situation and misreading it entirely. Asmodeus's words weren't false, he did send someone to help elevate his performance. And who better to do that than Fizz himself? It was a clever trick, one that Fizz began to appreciate, and he made a mental note to properly thank him for it later.

He followed the animatronic's gesture and looked at the people behind him. Although the music drowned out their conversation, they had been paused here long enough for more than a few to start wondering if something was wrong. Having allayed his worries for now, he slowly settled back into the groove of the scene to continue the show, before it got any more awkward.

Returning his attention to his other half, he said, "How about this, I work them from the front and you work them from the back?" He turned his eyes obviously up to the pole he was currently on, a gesture to the robot that they should swap places. Lowering his head to its original position, he asked, "Sound like a plan partner?"

He could see the automaton's lips curl into a smile, and in response it drew closer until it planted its lips on Fizz's, much to his surprise. At first the feeling was odd. While the mouth was definitely accurate to his, at least he believed it was, it still felt like cold metal, yet there was a softness to it he couldn't properly describe. The oddity of the situation only increased when he felt its tongue snake into his mouth. This action drew an involuntary moan from Fizz, then he started to get into it himself. He pushed back against the kiss, leaning into it and wrapping his arms around it.

The spectators were swift to notice the spectacle in front of them and they went completely ballistic. It got to the point where even people hooked in their own embraces detached themselves from each other just to get an eyeful. It wasn't common for Fizz to perform these kinds of acts, so already the energy of the audience was overhyped. But now that there were two of them, words couldn't begin to describe how the audience was reacting now.

Eventually the machine broke away from the kiss, and it said, "Sounds like a good time, p-partner."

"Damn right it is," Fizz concluded, getting the last word in as he unwrapped his arms from it and extended them in an arc over it and onto the runway. He then released his grip on the pole and somersaulted onto the stage in front, landing back in front of the mic. He took it one last time, to give himself another proper introduction.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now taking the stage, please give a hot, warm welcome to the equally as sexy and flexible pound town clown. Robo-Fizzarolli!"

He extended an open hand back at his robotic self, who was currently walking seductively around the pole, drawing in eyes from the curious onlookers. The way they moved, from their hands to their entire body, was near identical to Fizz. They didn't even bother asking themselves what point there was in having a second Fizzarolli, all they knew was that they wanted it. They craved both of them, and that lust was clear as it swept through everyone in the building. Even Asmodeus could feel it, and he leaned over his balcony to get a better look at his favorite imps.

Fizz turned to address the audience one more time. "Ah he's so good isn't he folks. But, I'm sure I don't need to remind you who's the best."

Slowly, he turned away from the mic, shaking his hips side to side, knowing he was attracting their attention once more. He walked a couple paces towards Robofizz, then stopped and slowly gyrated his hips, sinking low to the ground as he did so. When he found himself on his knees, he bent down onto his elbows and arched his back, raising his ass high into the air for the onlookers to take a good look at. Shaking it side to side he looked up at Robofizz to see how they were doing.

Unsurprisingly, they were as animated as he was, twisting himself around the pole in impossible ways. Well, impossible for everyone except the two of them. Yet with every complicated maneuver they made sure the throng got a good look at what they wanted to see.

They grabbed onto the pole with both hands, creating a hoop, then tucked themselves underneath and through, flipping around until they landed back on the ground in a split. With their arms now twisted, they bounced a few times on the floor, much to the audience's delight. Then they retracted their arms and sent themselves flying back up, and they front-flipped through their arms and returned them to their normal state.

The moves they just performed managed to impress even Fizz, and he could see why the crowd was so divided on who they should pay more attention to. So, to wrap up the show, he had an idea on how to help them maintain focus. Lowering himself to the floor, Fizz then returned to his knees and leaned back, making sure he made eye-contact with Robofizz. When they noticed he had his eyes on them, they stopped what they were doing on the pole and looked at him curiously. Seeing he had their attention, Fizz beckoned him over with a finger. Robofizz immediately responded to his call, extending his legs until they landed on either side of Fizz, and he pulled his body in until he was on top of the jester.

Fizz gave them a cocky smile, and he put his hands on the robotic clown's behind and gave it a squeeze. Much like their lips, it was softer than he expected. At that action, Robofizz followed suit by putting his arms around Fizz's neck, and he looked down on him alluringly.

"I want to ask you something… me," Fizz said, keeping his hands where they were, "would you fuck me?"

Robofizz returned his smile, knowing exactly what he was going to say. "Oh yeah, I'd fuck me."

"I'd fuck me so hard," they said together. Then, again, they collapsed into each other's arms, making out with each other for everyone to see.

By now, all the patrons of Ozzie's were out of their seats and surrounding the stage. Those being kept outside had no idea what was going on, which was very unfortunate for them. A show like this was going to be remembered for a long time by everyone in attendance, especially Asmodeus.

Although he wasn't among the crowd, he didn't need to be as he already had a perfect view of everything that transpired. At first he was worried Fizz was going to misread his intentions by sending out the prototype Mammon had sent him. But now, seeing them grinding against each other in front of an increasingly lustful audience, he knew Fizz was loving the surprise. Metaphorically, and literally. It was a shame they didn't have all the parts necessary for that yet, Asmodeus could only imagine how much hotter Ozzie's would have got if they did.

Still, he saw this as a resounding success, and now that they had Fizz's approval he could begin designing more and better prototypes. All of Hell would be getting a taste of Fizz soon enough, but only he would have the real deal, and that was more than enough for him. Now there was only one question left on the Goetia's mind.

How would Fizz feel about bringing their new robot friend over for their next private meeting?