Ezra gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Jem, for once, don’t question it. Just let it happen. You’re due for something to go your way for once. And …” He tilted his head, eyeing me speculatively. “Is it really going smoothly? I mean, you are having to do all of this to get your soul back from the literal Devil.”

“Son of the Devil,” I corrected distractedly. “Okay, I’m just gonna jump in headfirst and hope for the best … you know, the usual Jemma Bliss way.”

I hit reply and began typing.

* * *

“Christ, you look sexy! Give me that pouty face again!”

The camera clicked frantically as Esther captured me from a number of different angles. I did as I was told, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet. But I had to admit, I looked every inch the ‘Slutty Demoness’.

My skin was slathered with red body paint … except for my face, which was seamlessly blended into stage makeup—still red, of course, but with some truly epic hot-pink eye makeup to match my hair.

Freckles, mimicking my natural ones, had been drawn on in dramatic maroon. My lips were such a dark plum they appeared almost black. Enormous fake eyelashes completed the look.

I’d been sprayed head to toe with glitter that was so fine it looked like a diaphanous sheen of glistening sweat on my skin.

“Lick your lips, and maybe … one hand tracing the cleavage?” Esther looked towards Jules, who nodded enthusiastically.

I did as I was told, sliding my fingers along the crevice between my boobs that was abundantly evident in the corset they’d stuffed me into. My boobs were busting out of the thing.

Definitely slutty, I thought, adjusting my stance—stiletto pumps were super uncomfortable, and the red pantyhose was itching me. But this was all for one end. To see SJ, I needed to be in this disguise.

And I desperately wanted to see him.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for Angel Luci-Fur to make her modelling debut!” Esther called, peering down at the camera screen to check the last few images. “Can you go grab her, Juju?”

I pinched surreptitiously at the fishnet fabric that tinted my legs just the right shade of red. SJ, you better appreciate the efforts I’m going to for you!

“Uh, we appear to have … multiplying ferrets.” Jules looked sheepish as she carried Luci out, adjusting her little wings. And trailing behind her, dooking like crazy, was the giant white boy, Falcor, and …

I gasped.

Two almost identical black ferrets, with a reddish tinge to their eyes, trotted behind. One had a little white spot on the side of his snout. Both of them were wearing twin expressions of utter self-congratulation.

“I … I have no idea what—how—uh …” I spluttered, staggering forward and almost breaking my ankle in the sky-high heels.