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"Oh, by all means just come right in," grouched Agent 2.

Having just pushed open the door, Agent 3 paused. Star Ganvail felt a little off-put -combined with her shades, Agent 2's office was dark, which just made the red wallpaper and burnished wainscotting even more arresting. Agent 2 was at her desk. Her standard black suit was off, exhibiting a dress shirt of clingy fabric. It was thin enough Agent 3 could make out her nut brown skin and black bra through it fairly clearly. Agent 2 was frequently complaining about how hot the office was (Agent 3 had never understood it, she needed every inch of fabric her suit had), but walking in on her gave Star a strong sense of intrusion. Apparently feeling quite at ease in her own office, Agent 2 had put her feet up- dress shoes and socks off. The skin on her soles was lighter than elsewhere on her body, and they looked almost shiny even in the muted light. The toes wiggled as Agent 2 tilted her shades forward to glare at Star over the rims.

"Do you mind, Star? I'm busy. I've got a lot of important work to do."

She had her laptop open, the blue glow reflecting in one of her black lenses. It was also reflected on the window behind her, as were a corkboard of likely targets and Star herself. In it, Star made out cylinder #46, showing what would have been a pretty young woman in jeans and a snug black tube-top, firmly trapped with her arms and legs encased in rounded metallic cylinders. Pointed metallic tentacles traced and crawled and tickled over her naked abdomen, starting to shine with exertion. In the darkness of her reflected cell, she looked trapped in some otherworldly void. Her face floated overhead, laughing and crying soundlessly while she struggled. She would have looked piteous, were it not for the salmon red skin and long black horns rising from her head. The test -that was the official nomenclature, though the only thing they were really testing for was if demon girls were ticklish; the universal results were that they were indeed ticklish as sin itself- was ongoing. And Agent 2 seemed to have taken a strong personal interest in it.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Star swallowed. "But we've found Agent #12, ma'am. Jesse."

"Oh," that wiped all other concerns from Agent 2's face. Her blonde waves bounced as she looked up. "Is she..."

"She's alive- like we thought, the demons don't seem to want to draw more attention to themselves by killing people. Actually," she coughed. "We think there may be some rule that says they normally can't kill people by directly willing them harm, and that the Big Incident was some kind of fluke- it was a different type, after all, that attacked us. They haven't turned up in a while. And while Jesse's alive, but they've found other ways to send us a message..."

Agent 2 made a positively feline growling noise as she swung her feet from the desk.

"Show me. Now."

Characters (C) Vivziepop

Thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

Regards,
JD

Timestamp: 7hrs. Getting used to Krita 5.2.2 adn my new set-up. Certainly much faster.

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"Oh, by all means just come right in," grouched Agent 2.

Having just pushed open the door, Agent 3 paused. Star Ganvail felt a little off-put -combined with her shades, Agent 2's office was dark, which just made the red wallpaper and burnished wainscotting even more arresting. Agent 2 was at her desk. Her standard black suit was off, exhibiting a dress shirt of clingy fabric. It was thin enough Agent 3 could make out her nut brown skin and black bra through it fairly clearly. Agent 2 was frequently complaining about how hot the office was (Agent 3 had never understood it, she needed every inch of fabric her suit had), but walking in on her gave Star a strong sense of intrusion. Apparently feeling quite at ease in her own office, Agent 2 had put her feet up- dress shoes and socks off. The skin on her soles was lighter than elsewhere on her body, and they looked almost shiny even in the muted light. The toes wiggled as Agent 2 tilted her shades forward to glare at Star over the rims.

"Do you mind, Star? I'm busy. I've got a lot of important work to do."

She had her laptop open, the blue glow reflecting in one of her black lenses. It was also reflected on the window behind her, as were a corkboard of likely targets and Star herself. In it, Star made out cylinder #46, showing what would have been a pretty young woman in jeans and a snug black tube-top, firmly trapped with her arms and legs encased in rounded metallic cylinders. Pointed metallic tentacles traced and crawled and tickled over her naked abdomen, starting to shine with exertion. In the darkness of her reflected cell, she looked trapped in some otherworldly void. Her face floated overhead, laughing and crying soundlessly while she struggled. She would have looked piteous, were it not for the salmon red skin and long black horns rising from her head. The test -that was the official nomenclature, though the only thing they were really testing for was if demon girls were ticklish; the universal results were that they were indeed ticklish as sin itself- was ongoing. And Agent 2 seemed to have taken a strong personal interest in it.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Star swallowed. "But we've found Agent #12, ma'am. Jesse."

"Oh," that wiped all other concerns from Agent 2's face. Her blonde waves bounced as she looked up. "Is she..."

"She's alive- like we thought, the demons don't seem to want to draw more attention to themselves by killing people. Actually," she coughed. "We think there may be some rule that says they normally can't kill people by directly willing them harm, and that the Big Incident was some kind of fluke- it was a different type, after all, that attacked us. They haven't turned up in a while. And while Jesse's alive, but they've found other ways to send us a message..."

Agent 2 made a positively feline growling noise as she swung her feet from the desk.

"Show me. Now."

Characters (C) Vivziepop

Thanks for stopping by, feel free to leave a comment, and have a great day!

Regards,
JD

Timestamp: 7hrs. Getting used to Krita 5.2.2 adn my new set-up. Certainly much faster.