"Do me." Blandine's voice was dark and low, fully fitting the twisted furry lizard-fish her Djinn form was. "Do me. Do me fast, and do me hard." There was no intonation to the words.

Beleth's spider mandibles pulled back from her lips. "You want it."

"Give it to me."

Bulbous body shifting, Beleth moved, lashing out with one whipcord leg and striking Blandine's back, ripping furred scales away. Blandine struggled against her bindings for a moment before relaxing again, apathetically.

"How much do you want this?"

Blandine's lips pulled back over the thin lines of the baleen she had in place of teeth. "I don't care." She repeated it in a monotone, like a mantra, while the other Djinn lashed her. "I don't care. I don't care. I don't care."

Staciel knocked on Asmodeus's door and he turned the television off abruptly, making sure his lower half was hidden behind the desk. He kept his face blank as the Demon of Intrigue reported, but his mind wasn't on it.

My goodness, Nybbas's soap operas just kept getting better and better, he thought.