“Geas sesze tis’o. Teug lesi.” The annoyance of the voice seemed to increase for every additional time she spoke out. Nonetheless, before she could even show her face, all of the customers left with shrewd looks, glaring with hatred at the man that didn’t even take a few steps inside the shop.


    Every single one of them going out after he made way for them, Lutiel could hear the silence seep through the wooden planks making up the floor around the cloth-littered place.


    “You must be little Zyponia’s new slave, right? Take the stairs and walk through the curtains,” she asked, leaving no space for an answer. Traveling all the way to him, through every piece of attire that was in the bottom portion of the shop, Lutiel’s brows moved ever so slightly at her words.


    “She told me about you beforehand, but I’m a bit hurt,” she added, grumbling slightly while his ears trembled, as if she was directly by his side. “She didn’t mention anything about your pretty face.”


    Although he hadn’t begun thinking of it, his body started moving towards the stairs on each side of the shop. The engagement, however, made him proceed out of his own volition soon enough, having stepped on the first tread of the stairs.


    Not frantically large, he easily made his way to the first and top floor of the building, his gaze kept at the maroon curtains veiling a large opening. And, without waiting any further, Lutiel simply grazed the curtains away with his right arm, stunned immediately as he stood in place.


    The room revealed itself to him, the first sensation taking over his nose. A sultry breath of air hit him, racy scents infiltrating the nostrils before the eyes saw what lay beyond.


    In what looked like a bedroom filled with countless, large thread bundles of different fabric, some glossy simply by existence, others dim and bleak, he saw the golden framed bed, the insides covered with pale and thin curtains that didn’t really cover anything.


    Two shadowy silhouettes came onto each other, practically never leaving another’s embrace. The sloppy sounds of fluids mingling accompanied them when the two round mounds squished together, a similar scenario at the top. The heads of dark figures kissed while moans rustled deep within them, welcomed by the world beyond the royal bed.


    Trying to move his calm face away with conflicting insides, he hadn’t been quick enough, something grasping onto his shoulders from behind.


    “Oh, have we a peeping tom here? Should I report this to your lady before you try anything?” Giggling as she asked, her soft grip lessened, allowing Lutiel to see the person from behind.


    ‘Huh?’ He mumbled inwardly, nothing but empty space behind the man. Instead, spacious cloths of various fabrics were rolled up in the shelve making up the wall.


    “I’m over here,” the girl whispered inside his ears once again, a silky laughter fading in the depths of his head.


    At the same time, he immediately turned towards a specific area, walking a bit before witnessing the girl’s red-haired back facing him.


    Sat near a desk with a large, pale paper sprawled nearly across its whole surface, the various colored brushes and pencils held it still, along with measuring devices she used to draw out certain aspects of her costumes.


    As he came close, behind her, she didn’t speak out for the moment, immersed in the fine line she curved across the intricate jacket laid out on the paper.


    Neat and proper, with a sturdy look, the lines flowed in a floral pattern, with a slightly lighter shade than the deep blue attire itself.


    Finally, as she finished drawing one of the plenty roses, the girl wearing what must have been one of her creations turned around, her eyes moving all the way up to him.


    The green, jade-like gems inside her sockets glimmered from the blinding light above, of a chandelier made from countless small crystals like the ones he saw inside his room. Though, their intensity and quality were clearly on another level.


    On her fair skin, the sharp features favored, however, soft ones blended themselves in as well, especially her easeful going about the world.


    He couldn’t deny the statement of her beauty, having been lured in with his eyes for a good few moments before she reminded his existence back to reality.


    “Your eyes are so pretty, yet I know nothing of them,” she muttered, making him blink a few times. “I think I’ve fallen in love.”


    However, looking at the smirk, he didn’t buy the words, an indifferent look on his face behaving in the same way as usual.


    A weird sensation struck the middle of his chest whenever he gazed at the redhead sitting right in front of him. ‘It’s all fake,’ he mused inwardly.


    “Is that also magic?” Lutiel asked with a clenched jaw, this time making her blink as the face washed away into blankness.


    “Hoo, did Zyponia teach you about that? I would be surprised,” she said, a quick change of face taking place as the woman smiled yet again, crossing her exposed legs through the black skirt.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    Making sure not to influence his thoughts with the body he possessed, his jaw stayed strained.


    “No, I was simply wondering. You look too human for a demon that uses magic.”


    Crossing the arms as well, she pondered still for a few moments. As the time flew by quickly, she moved up from her chair abruptly, her lustrous hair waving daintily to those inside the space.


    “Maybe you’re right, but it’s still enough to get a kick out of those nobles coming by. I’m sure you know how they react to a magicless human. Imagine what they look like when they realize their uniforms are made by one?”


    Looking at the grin sprawled out from her face, Lutiel didn’t move a single muscle until she opened her mouth yet again.


    “Okay, I’ve admitted my secrets. It’s only fair if you do the same, don’t you think? How much about magic did she teach you?”


    Standing head to head, they were of similar heights, the girl only slightly taller. With continuously crossed arms, she awaited the answers, only to put on a disappointed mien as his words befell her ears.


    “My lady didn’t teach me anything,” he said, a foiled disgrace igniting. “She told me about it to inform me of my duties.”


    “So little? Is she still on that?” The woman asked herself, grabbing onto her chin and pondering by the end. “Well, nevermind, I don’t want her to hate me.”


    “Alright, it’s been enough chit chat. It’s Luviene Askeir, because I’m sure she didn’t tell you,” she added immediately before stretching out her hand, following with a wink.


    Glancing down at the painted black nails on her soft, sleek hand, he waited a while in place. Though, eventually, he found nothing wrong.


    “My name’s Lutiel,” he replied, moving to grasp her hand despite the zealous feelings battling inside him.


    Yet, as their skin neared, just as his hand touched hers, Lutiel’s eyes dilated while the body convulsed internally. An electrifying jolt spreading and radiating from beneath his skin, the vision in front of him faltered, to his very fright.


    Luviene stared at him with mellow eyes, yet the impish smile that spread out on her face brought about jitters.


    Momentarily, as the images in his eyes overlapped, before his body took a few vehement steps back, the pupils shivered.


    Her pale breasts, along with most of her body, wriggled themselves out of their garments completely bare. With black wings connected to her back, the glossy dark skin covered most of her arms, going all the way to the hands, where sharp claws started to caress his wrist.


    However, when he quickly moved away, all of it momentarily gone, in the blink of an eye, the girl was back in her clothes, along with her proper look.


    Yet, it didn’t amount to anything, his escape. Already taken by hand, she pulled onto him, their clothes touching each other.


    A warm sensation had immediately overtaken the right side of his head, a muggy breath of air sticking to his ear while whispers sent shivers down his spine.


    “I can show you much more in the future, you know?” She muttered, nibbling on his earlobe while the hand on his nape made him stay frozen in place. “Have you ever embraced a demon?”


    Asking while talking directly to his eardrums, before he could do anything, Lutiel’s lips were taken over by the demon, conquered throughout as the viscid tongue pervaded, marrying together with a whirly dance.


    Held still, starstruck, the man had been unable to do anything at her vices, looking at her with trembling eyes instead.


    Feeling the soft lips of the woman before him, he tried to do nothing, yet the muscles moved on their own, reciprocating her steamy kiss as they exchanged saliva.


    However, just as her sneaky hand squirmed its way through the shirt tucked into his pants, almost fully touching the skin through his underwear, something inside him lit up. Immediately, he pushed the girl away, making her fall on her bottom as he took a few steps.


    “What the hell are you doing?!” He burst out with unsustained anger, but the girl on the floor only smirked at his reactions.


    “Was it too much? Well, it was only a joke, hehe,” she giggled while sticking out her tongue, some of his drool still remaining as it glistened under the light. “Besides, I don’t indulge in virgins. Your energy is too weak right now. Though, you can speak to me when that changes.”


    Throwing him a wink near the end while raising herself from the ground and spouting stuff he didn’t really take either to heart or body, she soon turned around, speaking once again.


    “Come, I’ll give you the thing you came for in the first place,” she said, much mellower compared to her previous statements, but still with that smirk plastered on her face.


    Changing his gaze between the seamstress and the actions playing out in the room, he stopped at the bed for a while, wondering where the shadows had gone before realizing their existence near the base of the curtains and the mattress.


    Quickly, with an internal sigh, he followed the redheaded girl between all the different dresses and suits that she was busy constructing while his face returned expressionless.


    Set on wooden mannequins, most of the clothes were half-completed, but the one she stood by was most definitely finished.


    Not fulsome or ostentatious, the deep blue gown flowed on the mannequin dearly, fitting its shape without disturbing the space around it with unnecessary widths.


    A velvety fabric spread practically across its entirety, only missing edges at the top and the long sleeves, hemmed with a deeper shade and intricate lines embroidered into the material.


    Twisting around the neck, the gown didn’t cover any of the shoulders, but a special cape accounted for that, reaching just to the elbows with its violet vibrance.


    All of a sudden, before he even stopped, he saw as the mannequin began being undressed, accompanied by a few words from the demoness.


    “By the way, do you have any idea what she sent you here for?” A question left her mouth as the dress started to levitate through the room, folding itself without any seams or wrinkles. Before it could be handed, though, she did something that struck his heart deeply.


    A tan bundle of what appeared to be thin rope began spinning rapidly, to the point of a whistle being produced inside the room. And, as it did, Lutiel gazed up at the continuous line of linen-like fabric floating inertly in the space.


    However, before his eyes could ever understand the magics, the chaotic mess of threads in the air moved courteously, under the control of their master who stood frozen in place. Simply staring at them seemed to have enough power to move the threads.


    ‘Is she… just… willing it?’ He wondered to himself, though any of his attempts were extinguished by the grand prowess she manifested.