Etoile lounged around behind the counter of the Pot Au Feu Rosenqueen store, twirling her blond hair and waiting for a customer. Any customer, really. Things had been so boring recently, and she had taken to munching on her lesser sold products. As she finished off her third slice of her fourth cheesecake of the day, she sighed.
"My my...things have been so bland lately! Ever since Miss Prier left with Sir Ragnair, nobody has had any need for weaponry. And I hardly ever sell any of these cakes. Or pies. Or candy..."
Sighing again, she plucked yet another slice and was about to bite into it before a robed figure walked into the store, it's face cloaked in shadow from its hood. Striding quickly up to the counter, a fanged smile could be seen.
"Ma'am...would you happen to have fifteen Black Cherry Cheesecakes I could purchase?" the shadowy figure inquired, shifting slightly under the heavy fabric of the cloak.
"Ummm...sorry! Fresh out!" Etoile giggled, scooting the last of her stock of said cakes to the side while smiling weakly. "Just sold the last to a little girl!"
"Oh...one like you perhaps?" the figure asked, lowering the hood of the robe. Etoile yelped as a seemingly young girl proved to be under the robe, her bright red eyes sparkling. "You've been a little piglet, haven't you?"
"Y...you're a succubus!" Etoile shrieked right as she was enveloped in the slim succubi's wings and yanked along the dimensions.
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"Quite the prize you've brought me, Eva..." A calming, feminine voice said, chuckling at the end. "She's almost perfect...she does seem to enjoy her sweets..."
"Yes, milady. When I first entered the shop she was about to devour another slice of her cake." Eva replied, bowing before a large, shadowed figure. A top heavy figure and a maniacal grin could be seen from the small amount of light that filtered in through the high windows, though that was all.
"Perfect...start her on her first feast. I'll have my bride soon enough if she takes well to the treatment. Perhaps she'll even prove to be MORE than adequate."
"Yes, milady." Eva said again, bowing more deeply before turning and leaving. After exiting the throne room, she shivered intensely. "Even though you're completely disgusting...fattening up some poor girl so she can be your bride..."
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"I'M SUPPOSED TO EAT ALL OF THIS?!"
Etoile sat at the head of a table, her eyes wide and her mouth watering despite protest. The table was immense, as wide as a cart and seemingly as long as the Rosenqueen shop had been wide. And atop it lay desserts of every shape and size. Pies of every flavor, cakes of every kind. Candies, cookies, and other confections lined the centerpiece of the table, a monumental ice cream sundae that could likely tower over her if it sat on the ground!
"Yes. Lady Miami has commanded it." Eva said, bowing slightly. "And if you do not eat every bit, I have been ordered to finish the rest. So I beg you to at least finish most of it. My body does not take to sweets very well."
"So what? I'm just supposed to...mmm, this is good...I'm just supposed to get fat....ooh, are those bon-bons...so you can avoid it?" Etoile asked, her hand darting out to swipe various sweets as she asked her questions. Her tummy grew slightly with each handful, a testament to why Eva's body wouldn't "take to sweets very well".
"Yes, that's basically the gist." She replied, licking her lips as she watched Etoile turn to the table and dig in with gusto. The food really looked good, but she wouldn't be able to perform her duties as a succubus if she indulged like the little pig at the table was.
Etoile nodded absently, licking a bit of pastry cream off of her now slightly pudgy digits. The demon chefs who had prepared all of this certainly knew their stuff, she thought as she reached out for a large blueberry pie. When her hand reached it, she found it met a gloved one. Following the slender arm up, her eyes widened as she noticed Eva cramming a handful of cookies into her mouth. Grinning slightly, Etoile shrugged and continued with her meal.
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