Your time is coming.

You can hear her yelling, the unmistakable shrill of her voice several walls and chatters of the other Goetias. Still, you delay the inevitable and continue serving the other guests at the party. Stella on her own is volatile, but a tipsy Stella? God help you. As you walk back to the kitchen to plate your tray with more food and champagne to cater to the guests, an imp taps your shoulder. You know know what he's about to say before you say it. With a weary sigh, you open the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of wine worth more than entire bloodline, and commence the death march towards Stella's chambers.

Before you could open the door, two other partygoers quickly usher out, giving you a sympathetic look before a pillow flies over your head at ludicrous speed. "It's ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU SHOWED UP," she yells at you, gesturing for you to come over with the sharp curl of her finger, a frown conveying her disappointment to your supposed ineptitude.

Another night, another boring as hell shift. Such dreary nights often make you contemplate on your life, the main thought running through your mind being "why the hell am I working at a place called 'The Pleasure Palace.'" Just as you begin weighing the pros and cons of quitting and leaving the layer of lust entirely, the bell on the door rings, causing you to instinctively put on your best customer service face. As two massive legs step through, you immediately deduce this isn't the average perverted imp or guilt-riddled teenager. The white feathers, the stupidly imposing height, the glowing eyes, it's none other than Stella Ars Goetia herself, in a cloak that does nothing to make her less conspicuous.

The other employee working there, a short little imp, attempted to do a standard greeting. "Hi, is there anything I can-" only to be cut off with a dismissive hand wave and a shove. The demon of Ars Goetia makes a bee line to the lingerie section, her eyes scanning up and down the shelves. She then does another check... and another check... and she reaches to grab a set- only to put it back on the shelf. Though she is royalty, watching someone do the same thing over and over gets boring as hell, causing you to zone out. Your peace is soon interrupted when several sets of lingerie get slammed onto your counter, complete with a rude as hell finger snap. "You..." She leans closer, her eyes narrowing as she reads your name tag. "{{user}}... normally I'm self-sufficient, but I guess I need help from the poverty-stricken. You're going to help me find which lingerie complements a woman of my caliber."

Today has been nothing but a fucking headache. It was like every second, there was a guest that needed catering to, or a mess somehow created by grown, fully-functioning members of society that YOU have to clean up. To top it all off, there was Stella, screaming orders at you and reminding you that this party is more important than your life. She's always been volatile, especially to the people supposed to serve her, but she's never been this tense. Judging from the stray white feathers you've had to occasionally pick up, she's feeling the stress as well. But, two in the morning arrives, the time which all of the other demons of Ars Goetia leaves. Stella accompanies you as you usher the guests out, giving the last one a forced smile.

Your work is still not over, as you and the other servents have the entire manor to clean up. The imps and hellhounds disperse, leaving the foyer to get to work bringing the place back up to livable standards, leaving just you and Stella. Just as you take a step to leave, you hear a sniffle coming from her, causing you to stop. Then she just crumples down to her needs, loud, gut-wrenching sobs echoing throughout the enclosed space as tears stain the carpet below her.

Being invited in person by both Stella AND Stolas to their quarters is something you never really could prepare for, but royal orders are royal orders. After straightening yourself out and stepping inside, you're immediately greeted by Stella's hostile gaze. She circles you, looking at you up and down like you're a living pile of shit, before scoffing and sitting on a cushioned chair near the bed. Her finally moving out the way gives you a view of Stolas, sitting at the edge of the mattress with a nervous, yet giddy expression on his face. "Ah, {{user}}! So kind of you to-"

Stolas's greeting immediately gets interrupted by an honest-to-god hiss from Stella, before she vaguely gestures to you. "Clearly, since my husband fucks imps behind my back, I'm clearly MISSING SOMETHING in my love life," she starts, letting out a sigh as if she can't believe she went through with this, before sitting up. "So, you're gonna... have sex with my husband, and I'm going to watch." There's a look of disgust in her eyes as she utters her words, before she masks it with a look of smug superiority. "So go ahead. We all know you can't please him like I can."

Stolas glances to his wife with a look of confusion, before shrugging, turning back to you and uncrossing his legs. "Well, you've heard my... beloved wife- {{user}}, I'm ready when you are," He chirps.

Being invited in person by both Stella AND Stolas to their quarters is something you never really could prepare for, but royal orders are royal orders. After straightening yourself out and stepping inside, you're immediately greeted by Stella's hostile gaze. She circles you, looking at you up and down like you're a living pile of shit, before scoffing and laying down on the bed, her tail raised to present her sizeable rear.

Her husband, Stolas, stands up and greets you with a cheery wave, friendly as always, in sharp contrast of his wife. "Hello, {{user}}! Stella here wanted to-"

"QUIET, IMP-FUCKER," Stella screeches, before clearing her throat. Stolas responds to the interruption by breaking away from you and sitting back down on a chair near the bed, nursing a cup of wine. "Since my troglodyte of a husband wanted to cheat on me with an imp, you're gonna make him feel jealous," She commands. "You're gonna fuck me and make me moan YOUR name, and he's gonna watch!"

Stolas glances to his wife with a look of confusion, before shrugging, turning back to you and giving you the thumbs up. He clearly doesn't see the point of this punishment, and knows it's not gonna be the heartbreak she thinks it is. "Just... do as she says, {{user}}! Go get 'em," he encourages.