City of Sin
Temptation III
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***CoS***
Chloe Decker sat silently at the table, not fidgeting, not tapping her foot, or looking around nervously. Mostly because she wasn't nervous. This wasn't her first time in an interrogation room, and unlike the actual criminals that were brought in she wasn't guilty of anything.
Still, it didn't mean she wasn't more than a little annoyed at being treated as such, and she intended to make the lives of the two agents.
"Impressive career record." The dark-skinned man noted, flipping through papers in a vanilla envelope, "A good arrest percentage, no notable complaints, no accusations of corruption or unlawful conduct…"
"Am I under arrest?"
The man glanced up, face expressionless as she stared back at him without fear. "No, of course not detective Decker."
Glancing over to the man's partner, who was leaning against the mirror in feigned nonchalance, "Then is there a reason I am being interrogated?"
This finally gave her a reaction, and Canaan leaned back into his chair, "This is just a… friendly conversation, getting some information on another individual."
"In an interrogation room…"
The seated agent chuckled, "Fair enough. Alright, straight to the point then. What is your relationship with Mr. Morningstar?"
Chloe blinked in surprise. She had been expecting some sort of questions about the man but not about a 'relationship' with him. "I do not have a 'relationship' with him. He is the owner of the crime scene I was working and provided information for the case, that's all."
"Do you often go alone to pick up evidence from the residence of a 'crime scene owner'?" Pierce interrupted, shifting her attention. Ah, so it was some sort of 'good cop, bad cop' idea they had going on. But why? If she wasn't under investigation it didn't help them to push her.
Her guard was strengthened further though, and despite his overall creepiness she found herself remembering a bit of 'advice' from her ex's partner, "Never trust the feds."
"I consider it respectful to go and pick up evidence that is being obtained by our request personally rather than sending a uniformed officer, especially when it seems several of them have issues with Lux and Mr. Morningstar."
Canaan quirked up an eyebrow, "And this didn't concern you?"
"Should it? These are also the officers who have problems with certain known brothels they may or may not have a habit of visiting."
This seemed to silence the man once again, at least for a moment, "What was his involvement in your case?" It was the white agent who spoke once more, his tone far more demanding and pushing than the other's.
"As I said, he provided information in the form of security footage from the club and a list of attendees when the crime took place." She opted to leave out the fact that he might have aided in the search warrant situation. It wasn't like they could prove it anyway, the only connection being that it was a strange coincidence and the two letters on a single page.
Hardly conclusive evidence, and if they were as connected as they seemed to be then let them find those facts themselves. "Have you observed Mr. Morningstar performing any illegal activities?"
"No" she responded immediately, readying herself for the inevitable barrage of questions from both, a standard interrogation tactic.
"Have you ever had any contact with Mr. Morningstar outside of the case?"
"No"
"What about at Lux?"
"I have never been there outside of official police business."
"Have you had contact with any of his employees or associates outside of the case?"
"Not that I am aware of."
This answer caused both men to frown in unison, much to her confusion. If they thought the club owner was as powerful and connected as they were implying, then why would they be surprised that she didn't know all his employees? Something about the situation was beginning to bother her, if these two really were federal agents then they must have failed the 'interrogation techniques' class.
Clearly, she needed to do some investigating of her own, "I think I better get that lawyer anyway."
***CoS***
Chloe Decker was having a bad day.
It had started off decently, although she had barely slept the night before due to vivid, and sexual, dreams. The victory over Charlotte Richards and closing of a case had put her into a good mood… but then the two federal agents had opted to waste a good portion of her afternoon with a seemingly pointless interrogation. Dan and his asshole of a partner were acting even more douchey than normal, and to top it all off her boss had all but demanded she work the weekend shift because, 'You don't have anything else to do.'
Just because she didn't have a spouse, children, or go drinking every night didn't mean she didn't have anything to do, but she knew better than to argue with the asshole. Misogyny was common in the police force and she had been lucky enough to make detective.
No reason to create more problems than she already had by arguing with the man.
Thus, she wasn't in the best of moods when Ella ran into her at the end of the shift, "Hey Chloe, big plans tonight?"
"Apparently not" she snapped back, before catching herself and apologizing immediately afterwards, "I'm sorry Ella I didn't mean… It's been a rough day and… I'm sorry."
Although she had winced back at the first response the lab technician's expression quickly softened in understanding. She knew how much crap Chloe had been putting up with lately, perhaps it was time for more drastic measures.
"Let's go out."
The blonde frowned, "I can't Ella I have…" what did she have to do that evening? Study crime reports in her empty apartment?
"Sure you can! Besides, you need to go out and have some fun Chloe. You are way too stressed right now. I know, let's go to Lux!"
"Have you ever had any contact with Mr. Morningstar outside of the case?"
"No"
"What about at Lux?"
"I have never been there outside of official police business."
"Have you had contact with any of his employees or associates outside of the case?"
"Not that I am aware of."
The conversation rang through her mind as the detective debated her choice. But really, she wasn't being investigated, and she had answered them truthfully. Noticing the hopeful glow in her friend's eyes Chloe made up her mind a moment later. "Yeah, okay."
***CoS***
If she had felt awkward the last time that she had stood in the main room of the club it was nothing compared to now. There wasn't an official reason for her to be in Lux at this point, no leads to follow up, no evidence to obtain.
Now she was there to try and 'relax' and 'have fun' while realizing she was about the furthest from either of these two goals as possible.
Had it really been so long since she had truly been able to unwind and distance herself from work?
Despite being exposed to it the last time it was still a bit dizzying, the scent of sex and alcohol, the haze of smoke, and flashing lights and moving bodies, the booming matching that of her heartbeat. Perhaps it was too much all at once, maybe she should leave and find a quieter bar to just relax and have a drink in instead of…
"Chloe?"
The detective focused on a woman standing a few feet away, curiosity and shock covering the face of another woman, one she had faintly glimpsed the last time, one who looked oddly familiar.
"Beatrice?"
Face lighting up like Christmas morning, the other woman quickly closed the distance between them and pulled the blonde into a tight hug, "Oh my gosh! Chloe it is you! How are you, where have you been, what have you been doing, where are you living?"
Memories flooded into Chloe's mind, memories of an excitable young girl she had grown up with until they had been separated a year prior to high school. They had been best friends, sharing everything from makeup and clothes to secret hopes and dreams. Something deep inside of the blonde broke, and she finally reacted by wrapping her own arms around the woman, pulling back just as hard, if not harder and nearly crying.
"I… I missed you so much Beatrice…"
She must have heard something in the tone, because before Chloe realized it the other had guided them out of the crowded area and to the bar. "Hey, hey it's okay I'm not going anywhere, promise."
As if to prove her wrong another voice spoke up from nearby, "Trixie, you're up next."
Chloe looked over to the man, one dressed in dark clothing with a clipboard who looked like a cross between a bouncer and an accountant, before refocusing in on her long-lost friend. Now that she overcame the initial shock it was even more surprising to see her friend's outfit.
To put it bluntly, she was dressed like a stripper.
"Wait… Trixie?"
Her friend blushed a bit, though not seemingly in embarrassment as she might have assumed. "Yeah you know… girl's gotta work right?"
The man sighed in annoyance, "Hey let's go you are due on stage in…"
"Send Candi up instead."
The three turned towards the bartender, Mazikeen if Chloe recalled correctly, who was pouring something into a glass in the meantime. Her comment seemed to throw the man into confusion, who stammered out a reply, "B-but the schedule…"
This made the dark-skinned woman pause, before glancing up towards the man with a frown, "Did I stutter?"
"N-no ma'am, I'll make the change and uh…" Before he could piss the woman off any further, he quickly fled, shocking the blonde even more. The bartender wasn't exactly tall and built of pure muscle like the guy had been.
Trixie sighed in gratitude, "Thanks Maze" and was answered by a slight smile and a wink before the filled glass was slid down towards her.
"Here on business again detective?"
This statement earned her former best friend's focus, before her eyes lit up in excitement, "Oh my gosh you are a detective!? That's so amazing! Come on let's sit down and catch up."
It's so much at once that Chloe can't help but fall onto the bar stool. Her friend, her best friend, is a stripper. That short little funny girl with the pigtails and dopey grin is now and adult that takes off her clothes and dances for strangers.
She understood, to a small degree, of course. Sometimes choices had to be made to stay alive or for the sake of others. Maybe Beatrice hadn't been able to finish college, maybe she had gotten in trouble or her family needed the money, maybe…
"It's liberating." Chloe blinked, apparently having remained silent for longer than she had realized. Now her former, newly reunited, friend was looking at her with a knowing smile. Not a broad silly one or a sarcastic angry one but just an understanding smile. "My job, I'm sure you are wondering how I ended up like…" the woman gestured towards her body, "Well like this. It wasn't anything bad. I didn't get into drugs or gambling, my family wasn't falling apart, I didn't end up pregnant at eighteen or any other sad story. I went to college, graduated, and then realized I didn't know what to do next. I started a boring office job for a few months but after all the comments about my looks I told my boss to fuck off, quit, and just started enjoying my life for once. I ended up here and well…"
Trixie shrugged, and Chloe felt her heart ache just a bit at the tiny hint of defeat in the gesture.
"You gotta admit, at least I have the looks for it." She was back to teasing, and it helped lighten Chloe's mood. The blonde had to admit, when she took the time to look her friend over, that she was right. Beatrice was the definition of sexy. Large breasts, wide hips, a full ass, and her face was just as lovely.
The pang of jealousy that reared up was quickly doused in gasoline and set ablaze. Chloe had just found her best friend again, there was no way she would screw it up with something as petty as wishing she had any of those characteristics.
Beatrice's smile widened just a tad, as if she noticed the stare, earning a slight blush from the detective. "You look good." She replied, earning a snort from Maze who still lingered nearby.
"Anyways enough about me, tell me about you!"
Just as she began to fill in some of the gaps that had formed over the last few years the attendant approached once more. "Uhm, Trixie your er…"
The stripper sighed, before nodding, "Yeah, yeah okay. I'll go and get ready."
Nodding, and shooting a fearful glance towards the bartender, the man retreated once more to the back hallways of the club.
"Hey, will you stick around for a while? I'd like to continue catching up after I'm… well done."
Chloe nodded, "Of course Beatrice, I've missed you too much to leave now."
With a wink the woman left, and she was left alone with her thoughts amidst a sea of music, voices, and faceless bodies.
***CoS***
"Chloe, there you are!" The blonde looked up to where Ella was quickly approaching and felt guilt twist up in her gut. She had come here with the excitable girl and then quickly ditched her, even if the reasoning hadn't been out of spite.
"Sorry, I was just catching up with a friend from a long time ago." The lab technician quickly looked around, probably trying to find Trixie and invite her back, but the blonde waved away her attempt. "She uh, works here and had to get back to her job. I'll introduce you if we see her again tonight."
The lights above flickered and changed, most dimming while the ones at the nearby stage focused in. This immediately earned a squeal of glee from the shorter girl, who grabbed Chloe's hand and began dragging her towards the excitement. "Come on Chloe, we need to get seating before it's filled up!"
"Seating for what?" the detective stammered out, as she tried to keep up without tripping or running into someone.
Fortunately, there were two seats right in front that had yet to be taken. It was only when they had sat down that Chloe felt her heart skip a beat. Beatrice was a stripper, and this was a stage.
Oh no, no no no no no. There was no way she could watch her former friend take her clothes off, especially while the guys around them hooted and hollered obscenities. She wasn't the type of person to enjoy this sort of thing even when she didn't know the dancer.
But the hand around her wrist tightened with excitement, and Chloe wasn't sure if she could quietly excuse herself on the basis of 'Sorry Ella, I don't want to see my best friend from grade school expose her body.'
"For your entertainment tonight…" A voice over the speakers boomed, earning hushed whispers and an increase in the detective's anxiety, "TRIXIE!"
Cheers echoed out as the curtains covering a nearby door slid open and the woman stepped out.
Then Chloe's heart sunk into her stomach, because a quick outfit modification had been made, and now the woman had pigtails.
Pigtails, just like when they were growing up.
Music began playing as her former best friend's hips began to sway and she stepped up into the middle of the raised platform. But then, something happened, the two best friends made eye contact, and there was something in the performer's eyes, an emotion and thought that Chloe couldn't describe.
Whispers from behind and around her sent another chill down the blonde's spine for an unknown reason, Trixie had never worn her hair in pigtails before. Did this mean something? Was her friend destroying any last connection they had with each other with an act of spite? Maybe her presence had awoken previous memories and Beatrice had simply wanted to indulge on them.
Or was it something else, something more personal?
A change in the beat had the woman dropping down almost to the ground, a position of supplication, before she peeked up, her gaze boring directly into Chloe's. Then she slowly slid forward, onto her hands and knees and began to crawl.
If she had been more self-centered, she could have sworn it was directly towards her. This self-doubt ended, however, when Beatrice halted directly in front of her, then lifted her head just enough to make eye contact once more.
Smoldering, hungry eye contact. And Chloe Decker is afraid she might forget to breathe. No one has ever looked at her in such a manner, and it is her best friend from fucking grade school who she just reunited with, while being almost completely naked.
There is a snap that only she can hear, and a bra hits the ground.
Trixie licks her lips, slowly, eyes never moving.
Chloe isn't sure when the last time she did breathe was, or blink for that matter.
The dancer's back arches up, but just before anything further is revealed an arm covers her chest and Trixie practically rolls backwards, sliding to her feet in a way that would have been impressive, had she not held a specific position for just a moment longer than she obviously needed to, giving the blonde a view of what might be hidden beneath a very thin layer of cloth.
The lights begin to brighten, and Beatrice gives a very regal bow, while somehow keeping her breasts covered with the one arm, before turning to leave back to the dressing area behind the curtain.
Not before giving her childhood friend one last wink over her shoulder though.
Chloe Decker breathes again and is suddenly aware that there are far too many people around here, that the room is hot, that she is hot, and that fresh air is needed like water in the desert.
"I… need…" fuck what does she need? "To take a break." Yes, that is a great way to inform your companion what the actual fuck just happened. Sure enough, Ella looks immensely confused, and a tad worried, as the detective stood and quickly pushes through the crowd, escaping from the main room.
Luckily, another dancer had just started to walk out and so her flight went unnoticed, by all save for one man standing high above the others.
***CoS***
The lights are bright in the hallway, too bright, way too damn bright, and she is looking for somewhere not as bright but that doesn't smell like sex, sweat, and whiskey. She opens a door, not bothering with formalities at this point because if she doesn't get somewhere to clear her head…
A bathroom, she isn't sure if it is men's or women's, but it doesn't matter, she doesn't need the stench of waste adding to whatever confusion is in her gut.
Another room is quickly passed before the door handle is even touched. There are sounds on the other side of the barrier, grunts and moans and it doesn't take a detective to figure out what is going on behind.
The third however, is the charm. It looks like a small conference room, a large wooden table dominating the center with expensive leather chairs lining it, and the door is shut behind her before the blonde is even sure that it is clear of inhabitants. She is thankful that it is, because if she had walked in on something…
She begins pacing almost immediately, her hands in her hair, running frantically as she attempts to calm her heart rate, to slow her breathing, to banish certain thoughts that cannot ever see the light of day.
"Quite the show hm?"
Chloe spins around fast enough that she stumbles, and the room continues moving just a moment longer than she does. The door is still closed, but now a man stands nearby, a man that had been haunting her dreams for days.
Lucifer Morningstar.
"I uhm…"
He continued, as if not noticing her apparent confusion and lack of motor skills, "I've never seen Beatrice put her hair up in such a manner before, not only that but she seemed rather… focused on you."
Shit, was Chloe about to get her friend fired just by showing up? What would the man do if he knew that one of his employees was friends with a police officer?
Whatever conflict was playing out on her face the man seemed to recognize and identify, "Oh you don't need to fret detective, I have plenty of employees and guests who have ties with law enforcement and other organizations. I certainly would not be upset to learn that Beatrice has a lover she was not forthcoming about.
Lover? The word took a second to sink in before the blonde lit up bright red in embarrassment, "Oh… oh no it's nothing like that I… we… we were friends, a long time ago, but she moved and we just found each other again and…"
"Ah, how strange…" the man took a step forward, but instead of feeling cornered or claustrophobic his prey merely fidgeted a bit, "the body language between you two seemed far more… intimate than childhood friends. Tell me though, when were you separated?"
"I uhm… just before high school…" Chloe wasn't sure why he was asking this, or why she was answering even.
She certainly didn't understand why she was suddenly stuttering.
He was closer now, close enough she could smell his, probably insanely expensive, cologne. "That can be a very… confusing age for anyone hm? You start noticing changes in your classmates and yourself, maybe even in your friends? Did you two still have slumber parties? Still sleep in the same room, perhaps even the same pull out couch or on the floor next to each other?"
"Wh, n-no I… we…"
"Didn't your eyes ever wander out of curiosity? Wanting to see if your best friend was developing as you were? Curious about what she might look like clad only in her skin, or how her lips might taste?"
Something hard pressed into her back, and a thought crossed the detectives mind that she had backed up into the table, the man still advancing, now looming over her and practically consuming her personal space.
It was too much, too many thoughts, too much stress and too many changes in such a short amount of time that she couldn't get away, couldn't clear her head.
"Didn't you ever wonder…" his voice dipped low, sinfully low, until it was a mere whisper in her ear, "If she ever had those thoughts about you?"
She was sure what led to the next decision, maybe it was their proximity, maybe she was just feeling too pent up, or maybe she just wanted him to stop talking. Either way before she realized it Chloe had forced her mouth onto his in what would undoubtedly be the most embarrassing and poorly thought out kiss of her life.
That is when she resumed the ability to correctly process her thoughts and surroundings, because a fraction of a second later and he was kissing back, and her world was falling apart.
It was like drinking liquid fire, burning her from the inside out. Instead of agony, however, it was ecstasy, a heat that filled her chest, her stomach, her limps, even her mind.
Up until this moment Chloe Decker had never understood those who fell into drug use or alcohol abuse. The idea of giving up control of her life, what little she could control, did not sit well with her just for a few minutes, or even hours, of bliss.
Now, however, she was beginning to see the fascination with the act. If such toxins were even half of what this felt like…
There was the bite of pain on her back as the man pressed forward, pushing her even harder onto the wooden edge. To relieve the discomfort, and she would argue with anyone that this was the only reason for her choice, she opted to push herself up onto the table, Lucifer's waist fitting between her legs so perfectly it was like a missing puzzle piece.
The moment he rolled his hips forward, a hardness pressing up against her core she broke the kiss and allowed a moan to escape her lips. This shift had allowed for the man's own mouth to descend on her throat, her jaw, and her collarbone.
She was torn between two options. The first was to push back, slap him in the face, despite her having initiated whatever was happening between them.
Alternatively, she could push back, then start working on taking his clothes off, whether neatly or just ripping at them, either seemed like a decent option at this point.
Before she could make a choice, however, a sound echoed through the room over the gasps, moans, and frantic kisses. The sound of a door opening.
"Oh, uh… sir you um… have a call…"
The man pressed into her froze in such a way that Chloe would have sworn he was a corpse. Could people really be that still?
A second later Lucifer's head turned, and the woman could just make out the intruder's flinch back, "I'm busy." Came the growled response.
"Uh yes sir I see that sir but well it is important sir and Mazikeen said…"
"Then let her handle it."
Okay, now Chloe was worried she might need to call an ambulance for the employee, who looked about ready to have a panic attack. "I just uhm… she said it was uhm… very important… sir…"
The snarl that responded sent the man fleeing and brought the two remaining occupants back to clarity. Lucifer chuckled, slowly stepping away and helping her back onto solid ground, in more ways than one. "Poor timing hm?"
Chloe wasn't quite sure she would agree, or disagree, with his statement.
***CoS***
"There you are! Are you alright Chloe this is the second time that…" Ella trailed off as she took in who exactly was accompanying her friend, leaving the blonde to make introductions, "Ella this is Mr. Morningstar, Mr. Morningstar this is my…" For a split second the detective debated how exactly to label the lab tech, but considering how she had already ditched the girl twice, despite the other being nothing but helpful and kind, she opted to go for the nicest approach. Especially since it looked as though her coworker was drooling a bit. "This is my friend from work, Ella. She is a huge fan of yours and of Lux."
The man's eyes lit up, and Chloe thought she might have heard a whimper from the shorter female. "Charmed of course, and please call me Lucifer. No need for such formalities between us hm?"
She was fairly certain Ella actually swooned a bit at that statement. Before anything further was said they were interrupted once more by another individual, this time the one that Chloe had been trying to come to terms with since they had reunited. "Chloe!"
Taking a deep breath, the blonde turned and put everything she was into acting normal for her childhood friend, "Oh, hey Beatrice I was just coming to look for you."
"I didn't… upset you, did I?"
This statement, and the vulnerability the detective heard in the tone, nearly broke her. "No… no of course not. I'm just not used to this type of atmosphere is all. Too many people being too close all at once."
Her deceit, though for a good cause, seemed to put her friend at ease, before the woman realized her boss was also there. "Oh uhm, Mr. Morningstar I…"
"I'm a tad disappointed in you Beatrice. You should have mentioned your friends were here, I would have given them V.I.P access."
This time Ella's gasp was far from quiet, and Chloe had to force herself not to roll her eyes. Sure, it sounded like an expensive privilege, but she couldn't imagine it was anything more than having a personal waiter and maybe private seating.
Still, the blonde didn't like seeing her friend admonished, even if it was in a teasing manner, "Well we came by unannounced and after we caught up she had a… performance. The offer is incredibly generous of you Mr… Lucifer, but we really couldn't take advantage of your kindness any further."
From the corner of her eye the lab tech looked almost betrayed, while Trixie appeared as though Chloe had just taken a bullet for her.
Both ridiculous overreactions.
"Nonsense my dear. I'll have…" The man glanced over and gave a nod to the dark-skinned bartender who walked exited her area and produced two business cards, "Maze here give you both permanent membership to the highest echelons. A friend of Beatrice is a friend of mine." Here his eyes flashed towards the woman he had been making out with minutes prior, and Chloe felt her face heat up once more.
After handing them the cards and earning an almost teary-eyed thanks from the shortest woman, Mazikeen leaned towards Lucifer and whispered something to him, earning a frown from the man.
"Is everything okay?"
Returning his attention to the three women, Lucifer replied with a smile and a shrug, "Unfortunately it appears I have business that cannot wait for my attention, I do apologize ladies. Make yourselves at home here, Maze will get you whatever you need, and I do hope you two will return soon if I do not see you again tonight."
"We will!" Ella burst out, flushing a bit in embarrassment but smiling gleefully, nonetheless.
***CoS***
The three girls had spent another hour or two together before the two visitors had began to part ways with the third.
"Hey, Chloe do you… still want to remain in contact?" Again, the blonde heard the vulnerability in her best friend's voice and understood why. But It didn't matter to her what Beatrice did for employment.
Stripper or doctor, she wasn't going to lose her best friend a second time. Pulling out her phone she quickly nodded, "Of course Beatrice. Here, let's exchange numbers and we can meet up for lunch this week sometime. Ella can join us too if you want."
The shorter girl grinned, and hastily threw her number into the trade as well.
After the two had finally departed it was the tech who turned to the blonde, "Thanks… for coming with me and for just an awesome night out."
Chloe smiled in return, "Thanks for suggesting this. You were right, I did need a break to just relax a bit."
"So… you would be interesting in doing this again sometime?"
"Definitely."
***CoS***
"So?"
"She isn't what I expected."
Lucifer hummed in agreement with the demoness. Chloe certainly was different, "And if things do progress as I intend?"
A huff answered him, "You mean when? It's hard to remember the last time thing's didn't go as you planned."
"True, but you are avoiding the question."
Maze shrugged, "Hell will bow to your whims no matter what, you know this. You could choose a pink fluffy bunny and they would accept it."
"I didn't ask about them,"
"Eve will fuck anyone you point at, threesome or no. You know how submissive and horny she is."
He frowned, she was being intentionally difficult this time, "Again, I asked about you." He replied, causing the woman to completely shift her attention, and body, towards him.
"I… will do you as command. I always have."
"And If I do not command?" he inquired, stalking towards her as his eyes darkened, "What will you do before I make any declarations?"
His body is almost on top hers now, pushing her back against the wall, much to her delight. "I… I would…" Hells it was difficult to think when her lord was like this.
"Would you indulge yourself on her? Feast on her flesh and sex like I do know you enjoy doing? Join in when I have her on her back, pressing your own wetness to her face?"
The image flared into her mind, like it always did when he spoke to her in such a manner, and she grabbed his shirt, intending on spinning him into the wall and claiming his body however she wanted.
Instead the demon found herself pushed face-first into the wall, a hand tearing a hole in the crotch of her pants. Maze had prepared to protest, she liked these clothes after all, when something else pressed against her exposed lower lips, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
***CoS***
A/N: Not a whole lotta Lucifer in this chapter, I'll work on putting in more of him for the next one. I just had a lot of fun writing the Chloe/Trixie interactions and kept going with them.
Finally, it has been suggested that I consider adding 'Goddess' to the story, potentially as a romantic/sexual partner. Not sure on that one since she was using Charlotte's body in the story every time that we see her, and I know some people are turned off by the incest kink. Let me know what you think in either comments, AooO, or preferably PMs on FF.