A mahogany coffee table straining under the weight of a thousand dog-eared magazines stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by empty chairs. Behind the glassy divide of the reception area sat two naked, humanoid, female demons. They filed their black talons on chalkboards. Mike thought them rather attractive. One of them subtly shone a sleek midnight blue. She had small breasts, an athletic frame and leathery wings. Her head, bald and smooth had an S&M gimp mask look to it. The second demon's body weighed in on the voluptuous side. Her dragon-like skin flexed red and scaly. She had no wings but a pair of twelve inch horns sprouted from her head, through a blonde mane of hair. Mike entertained some creative fantasies as he shifted the pile of intestines on his lap to a more comfortable position. He dripped various fluids all over the floor. The receptionists didn't seem to mind. Mike didn't know why he was waiting. He gathered his insides in a painful bundle and looped them around his left arm.
