Cinders eyebrows rose high on her forehead as Satan lean forward and lit her cigarette with the one that was in his mouth. Wrath was baaallsy.

Her face split with a grin. "Believe you me, I wouldn't be the only one suffering if you put me beind a desk. Id fuck that shit up real good." She took a long drag off her  cigarette,  blowing 'O's into the air.  "I wasnt a fucking star, I was the fucking star! You guys have a entertainment division down here? Did I die and go to a Disney resort? Are you going to dance a jig?" she teased, and then purred, "Oh please do!"

Though she joked she couldn't hide how excited she was at the idea of preforming down here! All the tricks she could attempt without the slightest fear of death.  "Reincarnation?" she asked,  "What kind of idiot would want to do that again." she gestured at 'above'.

Cinder listened to the way he mentioned the other Sins, "Difficult Co- workers, uh? I can understand that. " she mentally took note of Envys name. She could reign in the sass fir ger at least. After all Wrath had shown her a good time.

"You ready to start your sentence?" he asked her, sending a chill up her spine.

She couldn't tell if it was the good or the bad kind. She smiled at him coyly, " I've just served a life sentence, so be gentle with me. " she looked up at the building and took a deep breath as she followed him in.

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"I do martial arts, but I definitely don't dance.. Unless, perhaps, you'd be willing to teach me." The Sin was mentally kicking himself, wondering where all of this flirtatious bravado had suddenly come from. The words had been coming so natural to him, maybe because he was just relieved to finally met someone who understood his dry sense of humor? Either way, he willed himself to stop, lest someone else hear. Especially a certain blue-haired Sin.

As they stepped past the threshold of the building, Satan ground his half-smoked cigarette out onto his palm, slipping the butt behind his ear for later. Normally he wouldn't bother extinguishing his smokes, but since he was now in the bosses domain, he needed to be professional.

" I've just served a life sentence, so be gentle with me. "

"Oh, I don't know if being gentle is in my repertoire of attributes, dear. Don't fret though, I'll be handing you over to someone who has a much more tender approach." Satan thumbed the 'up' button, and they didn't have to wait long before the doors slide open with a soft 'ding'. He steps inside and hits the '9'. "Although you are getting quite the royal treatment, princess." Satan allows himself a smirk as the doors slide shut. "Usually there are so many newbies that they have to take the stairs."

@CyanideSweetie

Well, it seemed things were going well now. Still, poking annoyedly at his injured tongue, Belphegor remembered a hot headed Sin demanding his presence within two hours. He had already wasted a bit of that time frame. Ah, they would be busy signing papers anyway, wouldn't they? At least then Belphegor would have an excuse to escape Wrath's seemingly unending shouting fest.

"Ah, Miss Envy? Satie requested me earlier. I'm going to drop by his office, would you mind watching the group for just a short while? You need them for paperwork anyway, don't you?" He ignored Greed for the time being. It seemed that out of all the sins, Mammon and him just simply didn't talk. It wasn't anything personal, it just seemed their two divisions didn't interact too often. Most Sins weren't fond of Sloth, but at least with the others he knew it. Greed didn't even express his dislike, if he had any. It was a bit frustrating to such an open person like Belphegor, but he wouldn't call him out on it.

Either way, if Envy acknowledged him or not, Belphegor would slip out of the doorway towards the elevator. He really wanted to get this over with before he had to sit for who knows how long listening to the short red head's rant. Belphegor simply didn't have the energy to listen that long without dosing off. Walking this much had already exhausted him, shown by another yawn which he covered with a hand that afterward would take through his blue messy locks drowsily. This was taking too long...

Before he could push a button, the elevator opened with a 'ding', and out walked Satie in tow with a girl, who Sloth didn't notice right away. No no, he was in the mood to get a quick tease in if he were to be yelled at anyway~

"Oh? Slacking off, again, Satie? I might have to report it the higher up that you were taking a stroll on work hours." He said, in his best impression of Satan's condescending tone the Wrath Sin often took with the tailed man. Of course, it sounded more like a child impersonating a father when coming from the sweet faced Belphegor, only amplified by the cheeky grin he purposely bent down to flash impishly at his coworker.

Satisfied, Belphegor straightened and quickly hid his spaded tail, knowing from instinct Wrath would most likely attempt to attack it in some way if it were in sight. It was the only limb-like part that had so many nerve endings on his body, after all. The bright blue eyes now darted to his companion curiously. "Huh? On a date? Weird to take her to the headquarters." Sloth added, just for a bonus annoyance, before kneeling down to look at the girl. His height was always such a problem. "Such a strange outfit... it fits you well, though." This time his words were honest and he gave a friendly smile, cupping his chin in a palm, a very different attitude compared to the one he took with Satie. "Is there a reason you came? I don't recognize you... can I help at all?" Belphegor offered earnestly, eyes curious and wanting to help. He could tell she was human just by looking at her- but then how come he didn't know her? Sloth never forgot a single face, no matter how many he had to remember. She had to be new, didn't she? But he brought in all the new ones...

Cinder tossed her head back and laughed, "Oh darling, I would love to teach you how to dance.  How does the tango sound to you? ", she teased wiggling her eyebrows. Watching him  dowse his cigarette she followed suit, pinching it  between her fingers.  It hurt like a bitch, but she was dead, who gave a fuck?

" Oh, I don't know if being gentle is in my repertoire of attributes, dear-..." Cinder barely heard the rest of his statement.  She felt her heart speed up, she grinned at him. "Now you're speaking my language, Mr. Wrath." She fanned herself, " Whew! Is it hot in here or am I just in hell?" She laughed a bit breathlessly.

Slightly embarrassed by the effect he was having on her she took a deep breath as she stepped onto the elevator.  Normaly it would take allot more than playful banter to spark her intrest so strongly. Then again he was no normal man. He was a Sin,  she just wasn't convinced it wasnt of Lust! But then again he was the ultimate bad boy. Devil-may-care confidence, bad additude, unchecked temper bubbling closed to the surface like a sirens song-

She blinked bringing herself back to the present. A poet she was fucking not. She needed to pull her head out of her ass

"Not the stairs!" She gasped dramatically putting the back of her hand to her forehead, "You'd have to kill me first!" She said she laying on the sarcasm thick.

They stepped out of the elevator and  were quickly bombarded by a blue blur. "Oh? Slacking off, again, Satie? I might have to report it the higher up that you were taking a stroll on work hours."

Cinders face slid down to the ultimate bitchface. Who was this little shit and why was he interrupting her fun?


She quickly put two and two together,  no one was stupid enough to talk to the Sin of Wrath in a way to purposely piss him off. Unless of course that person was another Sin. She eyed him and assumed from his just- woke- up appearance that he was sloth.

Suddenly the blue hair boy turned to her with a complete change of additude  complementing her and asking who she was.  She wasn't able to completely wipe off the bitch face as she mock saluted the sin," I'm Cinder.  And i'm giving it a guess that you're the childhood rendition of Sloth? Im doing just fine thanks." She said said, raising her eyebrow at the tall but very boy-ish looking sin.

"Need help? No way. She's away too good to need help to start with and you're also correct to call her a workaholic, so she logically wouldn't accept my help, correct?" Greed couldn't help but chuckle when faced by the human's surprisingly exact statement, happily smilling as he answered his question with another question just to answer his own question in the following second, absolutely sure that Envy would agree with his proposal even before she voiced her agreement. "Wrong. After all, while Lis-... Leviathan is clearly a workaholic, she wouldn't ever refuse my help for a single reason: She values efficiency away too much for that" Greed's grin grew even more as the girl voiced her agreement, happily starting to explain his logic to the human as Sloth made his way towards the exit - an act that clearly denoted that he either liked explaining things or loved to hear his own voice to an abnormal extent. If he felt something towards the other male sin quickly finding a reason to run away from the room, it wasn't shown in his face. In the end, his interest in Sloth was far from being expressive enough for him to stop in the middle of his shenanigans to pay attention to the blue haired man.

"While Leviathan is undoubtedly the most competent - and loveable, if my personal opinion counts - member of the sins and can easily finish all the ridiculously amount of work she has rather quickly even by herself, she is also always trying to improve her own efficiency, nonchalantly eliminating any futile thought or emotional influence that could disturb her." He started, nonchalantly explaining his line of thought to the poor human who dared to make a question to the king of blabbering as he efficiently organized the paperwork around him, conveniently using some of his "borrowed" powers to make the work of efficiently recognizing and classifying the documents he would need easier as he continued his explanation. "While this could roughly classify her as the kind of person you'd reffer to as workaholic, it also makes something rather easy to understand: While she personally likes to work by herself, she wouldn't insist on it as long as sharing her work resulted in a better efficiency." He calmly explained his own thoughts about what happened while sorting the papers, quickly calling one of the new residents over to his side as he pointed where he'd need to sign, conveniently using one of the many small powers that he previously took for himself to convey the information in a non-verbal way as he finished the analysis."While this wouldn't mean much for anyone else, as there's hardly any being that can cope with Envy when it comes to dealing with bureaucracy, it's quite the good thing for me, as - if i may be a little arrogant - I'm one of the few persons that can possibly maintain the same work rhythm without going insane..." He left his conclusion hanging for a while to take the documents that the newcomer handled back, taking a few seconds to check the documents before giving them to the other newcomer together with a few explanations before finally turning back to Oliver.

"...And I'm most certainly the only one who can possibly compete with paperwork for her affection. Can't see anyone else being mad enough to court such a troublesome woman." He finished with a chuckle, his expression showing how clearly satisfied with the arrangements made for a second before he returned to his work mode, nonchalantly calling the next person in the line as he once concentrated in the documents, seemingly not interested in checking the reaction of the human boy - It was more than clear that he was more interested in finishing the work sooner than messing around, his date with Envy was waiting for it after all.

Oliver

He took the papers rather slowly, nodding his thanks at Leviathan. "I think you should probably get that stapler ready soon," he muttered as he began to inch his way to the door. Mammon seemed to love chitchat, which made Oliver wince with awkwardness. He had made a little jab, not actually wanting the details of the guy's entire thought process! The words the Sin blabbered at him went over his head, none of its meaning actually taken in. It was too much; he preferred people to not waste his time with talking.

When Greed finally uttered his last word, Oliver gave an absent nod and pushed his way out of the office past the throngs of people that streamed in for paperwork. His papers in hand, he thought about what he needed to do next... What could he do next? Did he have free reign now? Was there more to the tour? Or did Sloth, true to his name, began to slack off on the job? After a bit of pondering, he decided to explore more of the office building before making his way back out, just in case there was anything that would help him ease his mind more.

Uriel

Purgatory, an hour earlier

“…hmph, being difficult, aren’t we?” the Archangel cooed, staring down at the odd device on the ground before her. It was a cube that was a foot all around, a spherical glass piece contained in the center that had a faint blue glow that pulsed softly. Her hands found their way to her hips as she gave the inanimate object a rather blank stare, many thoughts sorting themselves in her head. She was in Purgatory, right at the edge closest to the Wayward Road; the clearing was cool and gray, devoid of any souls. The people who ended up in Purgatory never really went out of their homes, condemned to a long, solitary meditation until they were pure enough for Heaven, or wanted to return to Hell. Letting them return to the fiery depths was a rare occurrence, one that left a sour taste on Uri’s tongue. No one should ever want to live such a lowly life, especially when they had the chance to redeem themselves and make their way to the only sanctuary fit for the best!

Her red shoe toed the device hesitantly, her voice directed at it. “I wonder who decided I ought to set you up? Who even made you?” In fact, Uriel wasn’t informed about anything about the device; Michael handed it to her and told her to set it up at the edge of Purgatory, mumbling something about it being a prototype to improve things in the afterlife. She wasn’t one to question him, especially when she had so much free time, but she definitely was wary that she may break it at any time. “It can’t be helped, I suppose. But really, I don’t even know if you’re turned on at this point.”

It had been twenty minutes in Purgatory. The idleness of trying to figure out what to do with the cube made Uriel more tired and resigned to the duty at hand. At this point, she really might as well make one of the other Archs do it, right? She may have been the wiser one, but she couldn’t do technology without proper instructions. Did they really think she just knew everything, automatically? She stretched her wings and yawned. But even if she wasn’t the Arch who knew how to set it up, she had the brains to figure it out, right?

“Let’s see what we can do, then,” she stated as she cracked her knuckles absently. She knelt down and grabbed the device in her hands, rotating it about as she inspected each side. They were all nearly identical, with some buttons on certain edges in a wide array of colors. Uriel’s fingers brushed over them carefully, trying her best not to accidentally destroy or activate whatever the thing was. On one edge, there were words printed in bold, black lettering: TWO WORDS. Looking at it closely, she noticed faint etchings next to the many buttons which she soon realized were letters and numbers. She blinked, suddenly dawning upon her that the device had a passcode… and that no one bothered to tell her what it was.

“How fun. Like a puzzle,” her mouth mumbled in half-sarcasm as she thought about the passcodes that were possible. Purgatory, Heaven, those were single words and easy to guess right away. Any combinations of the names of the Archangels were also out of the question, as there were too many combinations to guess. If Michael had decided on the passcode, it needed to be simple for all of the Archs to remember, yet odd enough that no one else would guess it. It needed to be short enough, with a meaning for all of them. And most importantly, it had to have come from Michael’s brain, if that was any indication of the type of passcodes he’d think up.

Uri narrowed her eyes, fingers moving to press buttons to spell out her guess. “H. E. L. L. S. U. C. K. S,” she muttered slowly, placing the cube back down on the ground and stepping back with a satisfied grin. Simple, to the point, gives a clear message. And most of all, easy to remember, the Arch thought slyly, watching the blue sphere begin to glow a warm cream shade. After a few seconds, a light flashed up above it, hovering in the air and forming an ellipse in the middle of the clearing. She’d managed to turn it on, and once it began to buzz, she realized what it’s purpose was. “Hm. Not a bad idea, if this ends up working properly.”

As she said this, a soul happened to stumble out of the portal, splayed out on the grey grass with Uri standing over it. The delivery needs a little work and it seems like its interference is sporadic. But if we can make this work, souls will just come straight to purgatory before being sentenced to heaven or the underworld. More efficient than dealing with those Sins, she thought with a nod, a welcoming smile curling her lips as she directed the soul to the main office in purgatory with the utmost grace, befitting The Angel of Wisdom that she was.

Trish was enjoying a stroll as an Odd song sung by a NOOB (another new word she loved) she’d noticed this morning working in the latest area of interest to those succubi who manifest Temptation; The Internet. It was a foreign idea to her when she’d first come to know that there was a way to entice entire populations at once but as one of the leading Courtesans of Hell her job to understand it and how to manipulate it to it’s fullest extent and had done so to the best of her mercenary little heart.

Trish was now a successful business woman who only saw those clients now that she wished to see or were too powerful to refuse, it had been the same when she was mortal but then she had lacked the power she had here. She practiced the Oldest profession of all and loved her job because it allowed her to create illusions of herself and in settings that reinforced them. Her clients ranged from the loneliest NOOB to a Master weapons maker and a few others not so regular but fans after a fashion.

They paid their dues to watch streaming events staged for their kink or if they had the cash came to watch the show in the live audience but in the end the money flowed into her hands where she rewarded her people with bonus and praise. Many thought her simply a merchant of carnal delights but that just showed how little they knew of temptation or that she made quite a bit in the advertising business which after all was Temptation monetized.

So it was with relaxed purpose she walked through the Entertainment district observing the trends and which businesses were performing and if it was because the common produce was in Fad or did they do it differently than others in their field.

@RumikoOhara
Trish's fascination with the internet was well timed. As the temptress would wander the entertainment district, she would hear a voice calling to her. A rather excited, peppy voice, Ah! Miss Trish! There, running up to meet her, was the bashful demon known as HK around the district. Noticeable by her rather plump body and her deep orange skin tone. While bashful and introverted by nature, at least when she was face to face with someone, she found herself much more active around those she knew or had met before.

The demon was a streamer by profession. She did not have such a thing when she was mortal. She didn't even have it when she first arrived in the Underworld. But, she had quickly become accustomed to it once it was implemented. Rather than a purveyor of the flesh and other carnal pleasures, HK was for entertainment of a more family friendly variety. Whether it be video games played for a live audience or (recently) live streamed cooking, HK had found her profession with the internet. Both entertainment for her and others.

Catching her breath, just a tiny bit winded from the dash over to Trish, the young demon greeted the temptress, rubbing the back of her head. Uh... Heh... Sorry for catching you be surprise. Are you busy? She asked, trying to not make the meeting seem weirder. Didn't expect to see a familiar face on my walk, that's all.

Satan blinked curiously at the girl, more than slightly oblivious to the effect he was having at her. He was going to ask if she was alright or perhaps just neurotic, when he'd heard an all-too-familiar drawl come from the open doors. Lips pursed, his body tensed as a natural reaction from his proximity with the other man.

"Oh? Slacking off, again, Satie? I might have to report it the higher up that you were taking a stroll on work hours."
At the lazy Sins accusation, his horns began to grow all of their own accord and he snarled at the man, about to say something (or rather, hit the man) until Sloths short attention span had shifted to the girl beside him.

Satan could almost feel the attitude rippling off of the acrobat as she regarded the other Sin, but when the girl spoke it seemed to ground Wrath, if only slightly. His horns hadn't fully retracted, but at least his nails did, and just then did he realize that he hadn't gotten her name before. "I would say lucky guess dear, but I suppose his identity is fairly obvious by his manner of dress and lackluster work ethic." Satan smirked at the girl beside him, his eye twitching ever-so-slightly. "I suppose this is where I leave you, your highness. If you ever need me, my office is down on the second floor, or call extension 6662." Wrath bowed his head to Cinder, then moved to push past the lazy Sin on his way to the stairwell. He had this sudden aggressive energy that he needed to work out, and he was barely keeping himself contained.

"Oh, and next time you try to call me out on bogus charges, Slackass.." Wrath paused in his march to look over his shoulder, disdain etched on every one of his young features. "How about changing out of your pajamas first?" With that, he flung the stairwell door open, letting it slam shut behind him noisily. He missed most of the stairs as he bounded down, letting his feet slam onto the ground noisily. Good-for-nothing Sloth had to go and ruin his almost-pleasant mood.. 'Bastard!'

@CyanideSweetie@Cherrywitch

A confused and strained expression crossed his face as he looked between the two at the girl's clipping words. If I didn't know better, I would think she was the girl version... Sloth thought to himself, absentmindedly looking to his aggressive coworker. If these two were any more alike it would be really scary. One Satie is enough...

Before he could reject the girl's comment on him being a "child", Satan had to chime in with a stab at his appearance as well. "Im being double teamed..." He muttered painfully, standing straight with a clawed hand running through his hair. They really were too much alike. It's a good thing they weren't on a date or together, because that would be actual chaos. Belphegor shivered at the thought.

The blue haired Sin watched Wrath stomp off, flicking his tail with a successful grin. He was the only one mad enough to tick off the red head, but it was so fun to tease him! Maybe he was childish after all.

"At least in pajamas I don't walk around with a stick up my ass like someone here." Belphegor called back at him with a little snicker, scrubbing at a sleepy eye. Of course, Satie was probably uptight in his sleep too. "Hehe, guess I don't have to show up at his office now~" He murmured to himself triumphantly at getting out of yet another meeting.

Ah, but he left behind the mini-wrath. Belphegor blinked at her, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets and cocking his head curiously. "Well, now that you both attacked my looks, Satan didn't exactly tell me why you're here. As I said, I don't recognize you." He paused to glance over his shoulder, noticing he could still hear the angered steps of his coworker. "Erm, well, you are right. My name is Belphegor Sloth, and I'm in charge of taking care of the souls that enter the underworld... I'm guessing you arrived late. Do you... happen to know why?" His tone became uncharacteristically serious. The portal should only allow the souls in at a designated time, and if someone dies afterwards, they arrive with the next group. A late arrival was a serious issue... Was there something wrong with the portal? Belphegor chewed his lip thoughtfully. He'd have to go check it out later, hopefully it could wait.

@Patches


Trish had been thinking of having a Coffee when she heard Uh... Heh... Sorry for catching you be surprise. Are you busy? said a excited voice that turned out to belong to HK as she was called a rubanesque Succubus Didn't expect to see a familiar face on my walk, that's all. the normally cloistered woman said as Trish turned to face her.

Trish giggled softly amused by the distraction HK provided Hi HK odd to see you out and about is it a leap year?

She teased the other demoness good naturedly just before giving her a quick hug then added Would you like to join me for a coffee?

I understand if you can’t because you need to get back to your keys and blog but it would be nice to have company

She motioned to a nearby Coffee shop which she herself was the proprietor having developed a affection for the drink almost the day after it was introduced and a coffee shop that followed soon afterwards

@RumikoOhara

HK

i swear I go outside when the moment calls for it. There is still the matter of groceries and buying stuff for my apartment. She said with a bit of a huff. But, she knew it was all in jest, taking no offense to Trish's comment. I'd get out everyday... If I got paid for it.

HK was always a good option for hugs, with her soft body and slightly higher than average body heat, she was perfect for it. Giving Trish a pat on the back as she hugged, she tapped her chin, pondering the request. She didn't like bitter drinks like coffee, having hers with loads of sugar or getting a sweeter drink like a frappucino.

But uh, anyways, I was just going down to the clothes store to get a new bra. But, since nothing is on my schedule, I'd love to join you. She said with a grin, her fangs visible. Frappucino it was!

“Yes, you go do that Belphegor. I’ll watch over them,” Leviathan said to Sloth’s reply. She looked up, not to acknowledge his departure, but to count how many humans were left to file through. And honestly, there wasn’t a lot; in fact, it looked like Oliver was the only one who had stuck around. Where had everyone else gone? On one hand, there was going to be hell to pay if they didn’t do all their paperwork but on the other hand, she felt like she wouldn’t be seeing them again any time soon.

“Apologies for his behavior,” she said with a sigh, finally checking off the last of Oliver’s official documents. “When he begins to speak, the collective IQ of the Underground begins to decrease in number. Since you haven’t ticked me off yet, I’ll avenge you by putting a muzzle on him for out date,” she said to Oliver, sending the human off to finalize his citizenship via Lucier’s blessing. Or…he could just walk off…whatever. He had done his paperwork so it wasn’t her department’s fault anymore.

“Must you always scare them off with your speeches?” she said, flashing a neutral glare at Mammon. She couldn’t complain too much because he was doing his best in getting things done. And it wasn’t like his words weren’t true, if a bit inflated in some aspects. But if he was expecting her to blush it would take much more than that, if at all. “Tell someone to call in the next human. The longer people dally, the less time for our date,” she reminded the other Sin.

Cinder sighed tilting her head. "Hate to watch you go, love to watch you leave," she purred under her breath. As the red Sin stalked off, aggressive energy rippling off of him. She noticed that black horns had split out of his hair. Hot. She thought to herself.

She was disappointed that their interaction had been cut short, but she was excited that he bothered to let her know where his office quarters were located. ill be seeing you later~ she mentally told his backside.

The blue haired man was mid sentence when the door closed behind Wrath and she was able to redirect her attention. "Hm? Ah, well I dont recognize you either, stranger. My name is Cinder. I died, and now im here. And thats all I know." She shrugged but the serious look on the once playful sin made her feel a little edgy. "Is everything okay? I didnt break shit. Expect my neck. I definitely broke that. " She watched as he chewed his lip but couldn't help but feel uneasy. "Im not sure why I didnt show up with the other souls. I woke up when I did. But if there is something I can do to help let me know." She might be queen bitch but she had already started to enjoy her new home, and shed hate for it all to go to hell.

"Bye bye." Mammon cheerfully waved to the human that was running away from his speeches, seemingly unfazed by Envy's threat - not that he didn't believe that she wouldn't execute it though - and clearly satisfied with the result of his blabbering, as he somehow managed to make the human go away quicker.

"Of course. I obviously don't want any other male near my Envy for more than 5 minutes after all, and you wouldn't say anything unless they managed to make a mess out of the documents." The sin replied with a naturality that almost made his statement less outrageous, making no effort to gide his nature in front of the other Sin - after all, they did know each other for a really long time, It was already far too late to start hiding his true nature now. "Besides, he was already done with his documents. Not like he had anything else to do here." He shrugged off the subject as he leapt to his feet, walking towards the door of the office, opening it to check if there was any late human. "Anyone here to make documents?" He asked to no one in special, making absolutely no effort to make his voice specially loud or anything. After all, if there was any interested human near they'd probably be near enough hear it anyway and even if they didn't the only difference for him would be having his date earlier than what he expected. Win-Win situation.

Trish laughed softly then said Bra’s are horrible torture devices that I suggest only to Masochists; I prefer a Bustier properly fitted because it spreads the load much better; a bra always has that single band just beneath the breasts that digs in when you are so endowed.

Of course that is my opinion only but one I believe in strongly

To emphasize her point and expertise Trich lifted and bounced her most notable assets.

A Bustier is like a cradling shelf that supports and spreads the weight but only if the seamstress knows her craft otherwise a poorly made one will rob you of breath.

@Patches

HK

It depends on the how endowed you are... Or on the choice of bra. She said. She couldn't see herself wearing a bustier. They looked like something a woman of higher class and wealth would wear, not some a silly streamer like herself would. Plus, she wasn't as endowed in the chest area as her friend.

So... It's a corset? She asked. Pressing at her sides, she thought of the idea of wearing one of those. Sacrificing breath and maybe her ribcage to appear slim.

@RumikoOhara

@Patches



Trish grinned and giggled Corsets and Bustiers while they might appear the same are actually not. Corsets are devices of torture designed by a man who wanted women to be unrealistically wasp waisted and any support for the breasts inconsequential whereas a Bustier is designed to accent a woman's breasts and deepen her cleavage. Bustiers can narrow the waist if that is the way you like them but but even then then don’t remind you of being crushed by a python; In my opinion such Bustiers are more like the horrible Corsets.

She reached into the cup of her Bustier and lifted her left breast clear of the dress and undergarment then replaced it wiggling slightly to reset the fit

As I said a Bustier cradles your breasts gently if properly fitted to your form

HK

Interesting... HK said, holding at her own breasts, patting them lightly; she didn't feel any jealousy in regards to Trish's figure, she was quite proud of her body. She did however wonder what comfort she got from her choice in undergarments though. Maybe she would get one. What she looked for in undergarments wasn't always for style or fashion, but rather comfort. Maybe she'd try one of these bustiers. Guess I'll have to put one of those on my shopping list after all this, huh?

Motioning in the direction of the nearby coffee shop, just down the street from where they were, HK eased into the next subject. So how about that coffee? Think the rush comes soon, want to get there before it gets crowded? Not that I don't like talking about boobs and bras.

Belphegor noticed the girl barely listening to him, if at all, but he couldn't blame her. After all, he probably would get a trophy if tuning people out were a sport. He heard her mutter "Hate to watch you go, love to watch you leave," under her breath, and cocked a brow. Does... does she mean Satie? Oof, she has poor taste, doesn't she...? The blue haired Sin thought absently, scratching his cheek lightly with the nail of his index finger.

While he was worrying, he heard her speak to him again. No longer around Satan, she seemed like a much sweeter person. Was she putting on an act? Wasn't his business.

"Is everything okay? I didnt break shit. Except my neck. I definitely broke that."

Sloth looked at her, before a small smile broke out on his face. "Haha. You're really funny, huh?" The Sin beemed. He lightly patted her head in his typical big brother way, smiling brightly down at her. "Don't worry, everything's fine. Cmon, I should probably bring you to Envy for filing as well— though, you don't seem like the type who'll stay to fill out forms." He took a step back, and turned to show her back to Envy's office. Despite being back to his cheerful and childish personality, inside Belphegor was sick with worry. It was a problem of his. He never wanted others to worry, so he'd always just smile brighter and keep it to himself. It was probably an unhealthy habit, but he was dead anyway, right? Why should others have to be nervous when he could carry it all? That was his perspective, anyway.

Sloth glanced to Oliver, who had found himself outside with a stack of papers. Again, the Sin would turn his eyes away. If a human didn't like him, Belphegor made sure to avoid them, so as not to make them feel uncomfortable.

He poked his head into the office once more, forcing another grin for a happy facade to cover his anxiety over the possibly broken portal. He glanced back to Cinder, waving her on. "You'll have to wait on line for forms since you're late. Once you get them and fill it out, I'm going to continue the tour around here. Since you're late, you didn't get any questions in, so you can ask me all you like afterwards, alright? That's why I'm here, after all." Sloth flashed another comforting smile. Then, I'll check the portal. Please let it be alright. If it affects any of my humans... Belphegor fought against a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth and the pinching of his eyebrows. The humans were his only priority, the only responsibility he had. He cared for them like family, if anything could hurt them or upset them Sloth wanted to get rid of it immediately.