City of Sin
Indulgence II
***Once more, I own nothing of the show Lucifer or comics etc. ***
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***CoS***
Lucifer stood high above the floor, on a balcony that circled three-quarters of the main area, providing not just privacy, but also the ability to observe what went on below. Next to him was a very pretty blonde, if Chloe was being honest. Young too, perhaps in her early twenties if the detective had to make a guess. Although they were clearly in the middle of a conversation it seemed as though the woman was far more interested than the club owner was.
She was animated, gesturing, and practically bouncing up and down. If asked, Chloe would have said she was either on some sort of drug, or beyond delighted at the even implied attention she was receiving. Based on how Ella had acted when meeting the man, however, the latter was far more likely.
The situation itself wasn't what she had found most odd though, rather it was Lucifer's apparent boredom. Sure, he seemed to nod at the correct times, and even make a few verbal replies, but there wasn't any excitement in them. Most men would be ecstatic at such a beautiful young woman acting this way towards them.
"A dime a dozen." The voice whispered next to her ear as the detective suddenly became aware of the barkeep's presence directly behind her. "That's all they are to him. Bimbos, fangirls, airheads… the list goes on and on at those who crowd him day in and day out. They all hope for a moment of his attention, a compliment, a touch. It's pathetic if they weren't at least a tad useful."
Chloe stuttered out the last word in question, unsure if whether she wanted to know what the dark-skinned woman meant by 'useful'.
"Watch"
The man's gaze flickered over to them, the slight upturning in his lips and a flash of excitement in his eyes being the only indications that he noticed her presence. He gave a slight nod, and the lights dimmed, excited cheers emanating from the nearby customers who began their own salacious activities.
There was still confusion as to the other woman's command when Chloe's eyes widened in surprise. Lucifer, eyes still locked on her, seemed to give an order because a moment later his guest squealed happily… and dropped down to her knees in front of him.
Was she… no, there was no way there were going to, while she was watching? Her doubt evaporated when the bobbing back and forth of a head, despite the distance, elevation, and darkened lights between them, became obvious.
Despite that though Lucifer's eyes remained fixed on her, freezing her in place, almost commanding her to watch. She should be angry, furious even at his actions. They were… what were they? Dating? Friends with benefits? 'Complicated'? Regardless of the label there was something between them, which means he should not be having some blonde woman giving him a blowjob while she watched, especially while she watched.
More importantly, however, was her own actions. She should flip him off and leave, or snarl, go up there and punch the cheating bastard and his floozy in the face. Instead, she just… watched.
"Do you like watching?" She nearly jumped, having forgotten the other woman's proximity, "Watching another woman try and pleasure him, gagging on his cock? Lucifer isn't like other men though. He likes to play and explore but doesn't judge for others wanting the same."
Two hands found their way onto the blonde's hips, before sliding forward and slipping up under her shirt, burning skin against burning skin. Chloe wasn't sure how Maze's flesh was just as hot as her own, but somehow it was.
"I heard about your date." Mazikeen continued, pressing against her back while fingertips continued skimming across pale skin. "How he pressed you against the wall, fingers exploring you. Did you enjoy it as much as he thought you did, writhing under his touch?"
Her embarrassment was clouded by the pleasure starting to build in her veins, and the intensity she could feel in the eyes that were locked onto her own. Lucifer was watching, fascinated in her own situation just as she was secretly in his.
A gasp escaped Chloe's lips as a hand slipped beneath her waistband, tracing invisible patterns on the panties hidden beneath. "I play with Lucifer as well, and he plays with me. Think of all the fun we could have, the three of us, maybe even have some girl time too?"
Without meaning to the blonde bucked her hips forward when she felt a finger trail down to her lower lips, a soft moan on her tongue. Speaking of tongues, she was fairly certain that was what she felt on her neck just as the bartender's fingers found their target and began to stroke.
"F-f-fuck…"
"Mmmm I hope so."
Normally Chloe would have closed her eyes, among other things, but she held them open as movement above indicated the man had taken the younger girl's head into his hands and was forcing her down deeper onto him.
He was nearing his climax, she could feel it, and although Maze's talented fingers hadn't penetrated either the cloth lining or her folds she could feel her own roaring just out of reach as well.
She just needed one more push to fall off the cliff, and Mazikeen was willing to deliver, "I bet Trixie would happily join…"
Chloe barely managed to stifle her scream as her entire body shook.
***CoS***
It had been a relatively dull evening at Lux. The same old crowd, both men and women, begging for his attention, hinting at sinful pleasures and exchanges for just an iota of his time. Even after he had made up some frivolous excuse one of the annoying young blondes had followed him, attempting to entice him with stories of her time at college, all the 'experimenting' she had done with her friends and classmates.
It was boring, she was boring, and Lucifer had been about ready to tell her that when something had caught his eye.
Chloe Decker, with Mazikeen standing close behind, wicked grin upon her face. The idea was instantly communicated, and he needed only the slightest of gestures to order a bit of mood lighting.
'Show me' had been the only statement he needed for the pathetically desperate blonde to drop to her knees and begin pleasuring him as best as she could. His attention, however, was still on the duo below, his lieutenant's, undoubtedly sinful, whispers and wandering hands filled him with that missing delight as he watched his future queen tremble and moan under the demoness' fingers.
He could not wait to watch the two of them in bed together without the trapping of clothes on.
In the end he had been forced to take control, face-fucking the useless woman to reach his release as Chloe reached hers. The music had faded, the lights beginning to brighten as he pulled back and adjusted his clothing, watching intently as Maze led the fascinating blonde to a nearby stool, the woman's legs apparently weak from the orgasm.
The young girl kneeled before him was gushing his praise again, something about how wonderful he tasted, how big he was, and other mindless dribble. After that he had departed with hardly a look back at the woman, there were far more important tasks he now had with Chloe nearby, and hopefully looking to speak with him.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes later the elevator to his personal quarters dinged and the blonde walked in, a bit of awkward shyness in her posture. The Devil frowned, such things were unbecoming of a future ruler, and was another habit he would need to slowly purge from her system.
"Well hello Chloe."
She cleared her throat, opened her mouth to say something, before snapping it shut and merely nodded in response, dropping down into a chair next to his. A good sign, taking what she wanted without asking first, assuming everything belonged to her.
"So, did you enjoy yourself?"
Her eyes snapped to his, and once more her jaw dropped in shock. "You… you don't care about what happened between Maze and I?"
This comment formed a frown on his own face, why on Earth would he care about such things? "Of course not. You don't think me such a hypocrite that I would enjoy, or at least attempt to enjoy, a woman's mouth but deny you any pleasure from another do you?"
"Well… no, no of course not. I know you aren't like that it's just that, well men… I mean not that it is only guys, women are like this too, but I mean…"
Ah, she still had too many of those annoying human morals clouding her judgment.
Another thing to work on.
"I assure you my dear, the sight of Mazikeen fingering you was a very pleasant one, although I would prefer a much closer view next time, perhaps with less clothing on both of you hm?"
She lit up bright red, and Lucifer decided he rather enjoyed the shade on her. After giving her a few minutes to collect herself the woman took a deep breath and shifted the conversation, "I actually came here to talk to you about something."
"Oh?"
"What uhm… are we."
He frowned, was she talking biologically? Physically? Metaphorically? Had she discovered more through his hints and puzzle than he originally thought she would?
"I mean, I just watched you have another woman go down on you while being touched by another of your uh… partners. Is that what we are? Sex buddies whenever one of us is riled up and in the area?"
That… was not what he had expected, and it brought his train of thought to a halt. He knew what they would be in the future, but at the moment? He certainly didn't want to discourage the progress they had made in her shift away from human ethics but was also hesitant to scare her off but making broad declarations.
"Well, have gone on dates, and I believe we both enjoyed them hm?" She nodded, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically than she meant to, based on the embarrassment that flooded her face a moment later, "And it seems as though you also enjoyed being with Maze tonight. If you desire a label then perhaps something along the lines of 'a serious, but open, relationship'."
***CoS***
"Come on you stupid bitch, where the fuck did you… ah there we are." Malcolm cut the seal on the storage bin, before opening it and shuffling through the dozen or so items contained within. "Jeeze, no wonder the asshole got arrested, who leaves this much shit lying around?"
Technically the anonymous voice had just mentioned needing one or two pieces removed, but the corrupt cop knew that should his sabotage fail it would be his head on the chopping board, not a voice on a phone that hadn't been specific enough.
Idly, he considered just 'losing' the entire box with everything inside, but figured that such a thing would be noticeable, even with their poor security camera quality.
Instead, it would be replacing one or two of the items with forgeries, and then sneaking out one of the bloody knives. "I swear, he better get acquitted for all the bullshit I'm doing for him."
***CoS***
She had just begun to relax when the beeping and vibrating brought her back to reality. It was her phone, a lit screen indicating a message from her best friend.
Shit
It wasn't as if the blonde was avoiding Beatrice, just that she hadn't had time to really sit down and figure out what had happened the previous weekend, and how she felt about it. In her defense there was a lot of other problems she was trying to work through at the same time, however.
Still, she didn't want to avoid the woman, and the text had been a simple 'Hey'. So she texted back a normal response, promising to address whatever was between them when all the other issues had been worked through.
So, what's up?
Okay, a simple conversation, she could do this, she was an adult after all, simple conversations should be easy.
Just relaxing after a long day, what about you?"
Same, so guess what I heard today?
Uhhh idk, should I bother guessing?
I overheard a mom talking about buying her kid another cell phone, as in like they broke the first one and so they are going to buy a second… their kid is like 8!
Chloe blinked in surprise, she couldn't imagine either of her parents buying her one several-hundred-dollar gift, much less a second as a replacement.
Wow, must have been loaded can't imagine either of our families doing that when we were that age
Right? Although it would have been fun, talking all night without being yelled at to get off the phone, texting whenever we wanted.
A smile crossed the detective's face, it certainly would have been. The immediate thought, about how lucky kids were, made her feel old though.
So… I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I upset you Saturday.
She froze up for a moment, not exactly sure how to respond. Chloe wasn't upset, not by a long shot, but she also wasn't sure if she knew how to respond to her best friend.
You didn't, promise. I just have a lot of crap going on right now.
Yeah… so chocolate or ice cream?
The blonde blinked in confusion.
Uhhh
You said you were relaxing right? I figured one of those two.
Oh! No, I wanted to be able to sleep tonight, just a warm bath
The ellipses indicating a response appeared and dragged on for close to a minute. Chloe figured she would have over a paragraph or more, based on Trixie's typing speeds, to read over, but was a bit confused when it was just a simple 'lucky!' that she received.
Was she reading too much into it? Maybe the other woman had just stepped out or had to check on something and had left the message unsent.
Not a fan of bubble baths? That doesn't sound like the Beatrice I remember.
It was easier to play it safe, to not make assumptions and just keep the conversation going. If she did that then she wouldn't need to address any confusing topics, wouldn't have time to think about what all had happened in her life over the past few weeks.
You misunderstand my dear Chloe, if I had a bathtub in my apartment I would eat dinner while taking bubble baths. Sadly, I am stuck were a mere shower.
Grinning, Chloe could imagine her friend fully acting out her 'despair'. She probably had her arm draped across her head, eyes closed, maybe even groaning pitifully.
I am so sorry. My heart goes out to you in this time of despair. Know that if there is anything I can do to ease your miseries and woes I will do so post-haste.
Show me what I am missing out on.
***CoS***
Eight words, it had only taken eight words, and for her less than five seconds of typing, to completely screw up her vow. She had promised herself, promised, that she would cut back on any sort of flirting, or anything that might be seen as such. She had upset her best friend less than a month after reuniting with her and thus had sworn not to do so again.
Then she had tried apologizing. It had been going so good too, it was so easy to fall back into friendly conversation with Chloe that it felt as if they had never been separated in the first place. And then she had put images into her head.
Well, technically the blonde had only replied with 'warm bath' but the images followed faster than Trixie could stop them. Her friend sitting in chest-high water, bubbles all around her. She could only imagine what the other looked like, wet and naked. Hers was an active job, catching criminals and solving crimes, so she was probably toned all over, the perfect amount of athletic muscle without looking like a body builder.
That and Beatrice was sure that no one could pull off blonde hair like her best friend. She had nearly broken her internal promise right then and there, typing out a response asking for pictures. For once, though, her mind was just fast enough to catch up and stop her.
If last Saturday had been bad, asking for nude pictures like a creep would be catastrophic.
After that the conversation had morphed back into one that they might have had as younger children. Until her last utterly, ridiculously, stupid insensitive text. As soon as the dancer had hit 'send' she regretted it, but there was no 'take backs' with text messages, and Beatrice had promptly thrown as far down on the couch as she could, as if it had betrayed her.
Time flowed in ways she couldn't quite comprehend in those moments. Seconds passed, or maybe it had been hours. Maybe Chloe had fallen asleep, maybe she was so uncomfortable that she was regretting the exchange of numbers, maybe she was just damn well furious.
A beep and vibration interrupted her thoughts. It was a text message, although a part of her was just hoping it wasn't from Chloe. Maybe it was Maze seeing what she was up to, or one of the other girls she worked with. Maybe it was even one of the guys she had given her number to over the years.
As if to taunt her further the object vibrated once more, followed by a third time.
Her mind whirled, was it just one really long message broken up over three telling her to fuck off? Was it explaining that 'I don't swing that way so stop thinking I do'? Perhaps it was just a barrage of expletives expressing what she had done to their friendship.
Either way, Trixie knew she couldn't hide from it, and certainly didn't want to. She owed Chloe to not run away or hide and pretend nothing had happened, especially since it was her fault. With one more deep breath to soothe her nerves, Beatrice reached down and grabbed the phone.
Her heart rate doubled when she saw that it wasn't text messages, but pictures that had been sent.
A few more clicks and the first one opened, it was a view of a bathroom, she could only assume it was Chloe's, from a low angle. The next was one of Chloe's face, clearly surrounded by a mountain of bubbles.
Third, and final, was the one that shook her the most. It was clearly a pictures taken from further up in the tub, and although most of the water, and what lay beneath, was concealed in the soapy white foam two toned legs clearly stuck out.
How was she supposed to respond to that? 'Nice tub Chloe, invite me over next time!', 'Super jealous, any chance I can get in too?', or just as blatant as possible with a 'Can I see more of your body?'
No, no that was all too much. She had pushed the boundaries enough for one night. Instead, she replied with how jealous she was of the tub and a note on her own dream to one day own a hot tub to relax in.
***CoS***
Lucifer stood on his personal balcony overlooking the city. The air was fresh and cool, the night was young, the stars, his personal creations despite all the mortals thinking otherwise, twinkling above, and somewhere from within his chambers a feminine moan echoed. His smile broadened as he took a very deliberate glance at his pocket watch, an invention he still enjoyed despite all the reliance on cell phones and digital devices.
Mazikeen was either looking to beat her personal record or was very pent up based on how long she and Eve had been going at it. "Eight hours…" he mused, a gust of wind feeling delectable on his face. Not that he blamed his dark-skinned lieutenant, he recalled the feral look in her eyes after Chloe had departed.
'Tell me' he had commanded, and she did. Whatever doubts had previously been in the demoness' mind seemed to have evaporated away as she began with how his future queen had looked, smelled, sounded, tasted, and finally felt.
The Devil knew, of course, how tight the blonde was, having fingered her on their prior date, and knew how quickly Maze would become addicted. 'When is she moving in?' had been the blurted question, earning a quirk of his brow, but not an ounce of shame or embarrassment from the other.
'Now now my dear Maze you know we need to give her a bit of time before that. She must come to us, remember?'
'But I want her nowwwww' the demon had all but whined, and already he could taste her growing arousal in the air.
Apparently, she had taken to Chloe even faster than he had predicted she would. 'Soon, she will come to us soon. Then we can have our three…'
'Foursome' The woman had interrupted, already licking her lips in anticipation. 'Eve has been begging.'
Ah yes, she had been, quite insistent ever since their short encounter.
Another moan broke the calming silence, this time followed by a sharp 'More tongue, bitch'. Morningstar smirked, Mazikeen was always far more dominant with Eve than anyone else, never being afraid to take what she wanted.
"I wonder how you two will be together once there is more time…" With that he ventured back inside, loosening his tie as he strolled into the bedroom and took a moment to observe the leg lock Maze had Eve's head in, forcing her face deeper into her task.
"N-not enough…"
He chuckled, making his way towards the top and casually sat down, as one might do during a normal heart-to-heart conversation rather than interrupting sex.
"Soon, I promise. She needs to awaken just a little bit more first. Stake a claim or two of her own, indulge in some debauchery with others that she starts. Then she will see what we have to offer."
***CoS***
The moment Chloe entered the police precinct she knew something was wrong. There were too many uniformed officers at their desks, too few group gatherings that were normally so common among cops.
Then there was the tension, she could practically feel it in the air. Something had happened, a mistake had been made by someone and now they were all suspects. After reaching her own spot she set down her coffee and began taking inventory of anyone who was missing or should not be where they were.
Her concern only grew as the door to her captain's office opened a moment later, with Internal Affairs officers walking out with the higher-ranking man, "Detective Decker, we need to speak with you."
Nodding, she followed them in, noticing that the only other individuals present were her ex, his sleazy partner, and Ella.
"The defense council found a problem." One of the men explained, tossing a heavy folder onto one of the desks. "Evidence incorrectly analyzed, reports altered, and a murder weapon missing. The only people directly involved in this case are in this room, and quite frankly we are going to get answers."
As he said this the investigator looked knowingly at the other woman, who seemed to shrink back onto herself. Another took the reins, "Miss Lopez, you were the only technician involved in handling the evidence. How exactly do you explain all of this?"
"I… I don't know! It was all correct when I checked it in, I swear! All the reports matched, everything was a slam dunk, and I know I cataloged and stored the murder weapon."
"So, you either screwed up, or you're lying."
One too many times, Dan had criticized, and berated her friends just one too many times for Chloe to let this one slide. She was on her feet in an instant, standing next to the technician with a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There is no way this is Ella's fault. She is the most professional and talented lab technician I have ever seen or worked with. She doesn't take shortcuts, doesn't make mistakes, and certainly doesn't damage investigations."
"Oh come on Chloe…" But the blonde wasn't even acknowledging the man's whiny attitude, not this time. Instead, her focus was on her captain.
"You seem awfully confident of Miss Lopez, would you bet your career on it?"
She didn't even need to consider it, "In a heartbeat." There must have been something in the tone of her statement, because even Ella looked up at her in surprise. The poor girl had enough self-esteem issues, she certainly didn't need to be doubting her work.
Still, the others remained doubtful, and the way they kept glancing at the other two detectives, as if looking to them for guidance was more than pissing her off. "We have received anonymous tips that…"
"Have you checked security camera footage?" This interruption caused all in the room to freeze, a good sign. "How about alibis? Fingerprints? Have you done anything other than receive a few phone calls from those unwilling to identify themselves and make accusations?"
Now even her boss was shifting uncomfortably, un-fucking-believable.
Without even bothering to withhold her sigh of annoyance the blonde pushed forward, "Why don't you act like officers and actually investigate this rather than making up your mind beforehand? Until then save the blind accusations for the drug dealers." Using soft gestures, Chloe guided her friend up, and out of the room, down the hall and to the women's restroom. Once inside Ella broke down into thankful sobs.
***CoS***
"Thank you" the technician timidly whispered when the two women were in Chloe's car and driving away from the police station. It was roughly the twentieth time since the 'interrogation' that Ella had thanked her, and the blonde was now just replying with comforting smiles and nods. A moment later the girl spoke again, "Where uhm… are we going?"
"To lunch, there is no way either of us are going to be able to eat in peace with all those assholes walking past us every five minutes. I texted Beatrice to meet us and have a lunch date."
Finally, she caught sight of a genuine smile from her friend, one that eased her worries just a tad. It would be alright, the one responsible would be caught, their boss would look like a complete prick, and would apologize.
At least this is what she kept repeating in her head, because deep down she knew that innocent people did go to jail, and the guilty, all too often, walked free.
Any further depressing thoughts were interrupted as they pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, a handful of other cars beginning to accumulate as the 'lunch rush' began to build. Luckily, they had made it inside before a line could be formed, and were seated, waiting for the third woman, before the wait time became too long to deal with.
The duo made small talk until Trixie arrived, excitedly waving, and making her way over to the empty spot next to Chloe and sliding into the booth. "Sorry I'm late, traffic is crazy right now! So, what's up?"
Ella looked ready to give a noncommittal shrug and a neutral answer about how 'work is work' but the detective beat her to it. "Ella and I needed to get out of the precinct, our boss is being a major dick." Glancing between the two, Trixie was about to reply when the waitress came by to take their orders. Afterwards the righteous fury inside of the blonde had cooled a few degrees, allowing her to further explain. "Some jackass thought Ella intentionally messed up evidence in a case."
"The fuck!?"
"Right?" Thus far the accused had remained silent, staring down at her plate apart from the occasional glance upwards. Fine, if she wouldn't be upset then Chloe sure as fuck would be for her. "I mean out of all the people we work with, Ella? No way would that happen, not accidentally and certainly not on purpose."
Trixie nodded in agreement, getting the same vibe from their few encounters.
"Thanks..." the girl across from them whispered, a bit of color returning to her eyes, "But could we talk about something else please? I just don't want to deal with all this right now."
Silence fell on the table, before a grin formed on the dancer's face, "So Chloe... how were the dates?"
The blonde stuttered out a few responses, her face heating up in embarrassment as she did so. This, apparently, was enough to completely liven the mood as the other two women grinned in interest. "That good huh? Get a bit frisky?"
"N-not like that."
Ella chimed in next, "So a different way? Maybe some fingers and tongue use?"
"Not... I mean we just... there was kissing okay?"
"Aaaaand?"
Her whispered out 'fingers' earned squeals from both of the other two occupants. "Okay okay, so spill Chloe! Does his size life up to reputation?"
She shifted in her seat as an uncomfortable thought came to her, one that filled her with guilt. "I uhmmm haven't exactly seen or touched him like that. Am I... am I a bad date?"
"What? No, of course not. I mean sure it would have been better for you to offer if he... you know... but it's okay. Do you have any idea how many guys I've gone out with who wanted something without giving anything in return? Long as everyone's happy it's okay."
The lab tech quickly nodded in agreement, "Exactly, not everyone goes at the same pace and that's okay. When you feel comfortable then maybe initiate for him with expectations."
Chloe nodded, trying to ignore the worry that had built up in her stomach.
***CoS***
The music boomed deep in her chest, the lights above flashed while the sounds of laughing, drinking, and partying surrounded her. Despite all of this Ella couldn't find it in herself to just relax and have fun.
Work had been shit, more shitty than the normal shit though and sometimes she wondered why she was still with the L.A.P.D. Surely she would be more appreciated somewhere else, a private lab or some other location.
A snort escaped her lips as she took a sip of her, barely touched, fruity drink. Deep down she knew that it had been almost pure luck that landed, and kept her, in her current job. Not many places would put up with her eccentricities, and she doubted that her peers would give her praise or a decent reference.
Despite the advances in technology and culture, criminal forensics was still a male-dominated field. It was hard enough tolerating the whispers behind her back about how she had gotten the job in the first place, which had been hard work and top grades in school thank-you-very-much.
"Only reason I'm still there is because of Chloe…" she muttered sadly, despite the smile that fought at the edge of her lips at the thought of her best, and pretty much only, friend.
Despite the music, and atmosphere in general, a voice called out from behind her, "And what do we owe to our lovely friend now?"
Spinning, the breath caught in the young lab techs throat. Lucifer Morningstar, her not so secret crush, was standing within arms-length, clad in a perfectly fitted suit and with a trademark grin on his face. "I uhm…"
"You are Chloe's friend, are you not?"
"Yes! I mean yeah, Chloe and I are close. She is actually one of the reasons I am still around here, makes it nice to have someone who listens."
He nodded, "She certainly is good at that, isn't she? But I don't recall seeing her here tonight. Are you out with other friends then?"
The woman shifted in her seat, now aware of how pathetic she might look in front of him. "No, she uh… well she had a long day, and I didn't want to drag her around with me."
"Bad day then?"
"One of the worst."
"Well, I may not be a young blonde detective but if you do need anything don't hesitate to ask." With that he began to turn, leaving Ella to her own devices, when she called out to stop him.
"Wait! I mean uh, do you think I could maybe get a tour? You know, help me take my mind off work?"
He nodded instantly, "Why of course, anywhere in particular that you would be interested in?"
Ignoring the warnings in her head, her conscious that was shouting in the back of her mind, and the feeling in her gut she pushed forward, "Well… I heard you have a penthouse…"
***CoS***
A/N: So as some have pointed out I have yet to address the Goddess in the room, that being Lucifer's mother from the show and her potential role in the story. After all considerations and comments, I have decided not to include her, although Charlotte Richards will be added later on, just as a human, though.