Dulce didn't share in his mirth, deep in thought, there was a solution, but it all depended on him. "I'll return." He said simply, turning to the brothel ladies.
He easily carried all of them out of the room, passed out, and overheated from aphrodisiacs. Outside the door, Kath'tan and Asael still stood, and their disapproval couldn't be clearer to see.
"Has he gone through them so soon?" Kath'tan asked in awed disbelief.
Dulce had a lady in each arm, their elaborate hairdos resting on his shoulders. "Not quite. Could you assist me in taking them to a different room?" He asked politely.
The Demons carried the brothel ladies like dolls, the extravagant bed big enough to fit all six women, although it was a little cramped. They would wake up unharmed the next morning and return to the brothel.
Kath'tan wiped his hands when they were in the hallway again, "I smell like that shameless Incubus, how distasteful."
