Priscilla blinked as she looked at the picture being shown to her on a cellular phone.
It was of two children. Both of them golden-colored, and lined with a cute and necessary amount of baby fat.
She paid special attention to their multicolored eyes.
When she was calm like this, it was difficult to recognize her as the manipulative party girl from before.
"...You're telling me these two chonkers are your children?"
Aubrey and Sabine were getting flashbacks to the names Satan called their kids.
"Yes, and we made them on our own." Sabine snatched her phone back.
Priscilla looked down at the girls' pants like she had X-ray vision.
Aubrey and Sabine were tempted to slap her.
""We're both girls!!""
"Can I chec-"
""NO!""
"Booo..." Priscilla made a pouty face that was insufferable in it's cuteness.
"It's simple. If you tell us the names of the witch clans supplying you with drugs, then I will tell you the ritual that will allow you to make children with anyone you want."
