Darion was about to knock on the door when Asuriel and Vaerion opened it to leave. He blinked a few times, slowly lowering his hand. He had a red shopping bag in his free arm, which he extended to Asuriel with a respectful nod.
"Master asked me to get this for you," he explained, glancing up at Vaerion, who stood behind her.
Asuriel took the bag, "Oh? You picked it out, Jae?"
Vaerion scowled, his eyes glowing dangerously, "Refer to me properly, Asuriel."
She completely ignored his demand and instead went back into his office. Asuriel smiled at him and pushed him out of the room, "I'm going to change. Stay out here; I don't want to be harassed while getting dressed."
"I-"
Vaerion didn't get to answer before the door closed in his face.
Asuriel locked it behind her and rested her back against the door, letting the bag fall to the floor. She was feeling… somewhat embarrassed after he looked over all of the drawings she made of him. Something about sharing her art was overwhelmingly intimate, but she had confidently handed the sketchbook to him before even giving herself the chance to think twice.
Despite having an affinity for drawing from an incredibly young age, Asuriel had never shown her art to anyone besides her mother. The ink that flowed from her pen was her blood, and the artwork was an extension of herself.
It had been years since she last sat down and allowed herself to sketch freely, so when she sat in his office, she was swallowed by the paper and breathed the scent of ink like it were a drug. Her intention wasn't to draw Jae exclusively, but he was the only thing she could imagine clearly… as he always had been. So, against her better judgment, her heart spilled his image on every page – like it was what she was born to do.
Asuriel's emotions had fallen into turmoil since her… 'powers' awoke and Vaerion entered her life. It still hadn't even been twenty-four hours, yet it felt like she was standing on a precipice; one step would change her life forever… but she didn't know what the step was.
She heaved a sigh and stilled her troubled heart; it wasn't the time to brood, and who knew if the devil was listening to her thoughts?
Asuriel opened the red bag that Darion had given her, her brow raising when she laid eyes on its contents. Inside was a pair of tall velvet stilettos, a dress, and a set of jewelry – what appeared to be a necklace, bracelet, and anklet. She was even more surprised to find lingerie in the bottom.
He was a scheming devil, indeed.
She disrobed and gingerly began to dress herself. It had been ages since she last had the opportunity to wear something so lavish. The lingerie left very little to the imagination, consisting of a black lace thong and a matching bustier that didn't cover her chest. Instead, it caressed and lifted her breasts without hiding her nipples.
Asuriel slipped the dress over her head, amazed at how well it fit. It was made of silk with a velvet waistband with a bow on the back, just above her rear. The neckline was dangerously low, and the sleeves fell off her shoulders, sitting happily just above her elbows. The dress fell to her ankles but had a slit that went all the way up to her hip bone on her right leg, revealing the entirety of her thigh tattoo.
Her anklet and bracelet were made of petite black gems, and the necklace was a black velvet ribbon that matched her waistband.
After looking at herself in the mirror and feeling pleased by how she looked, she slid her feet into the stilettos. Her stomach was by no means flat, but the way the velvet band snatched her waist accentuated the curve of her hips and chest, giving the illusion of a perfect hourglass.
Fortunately, Asuriel had already done her makeup and oiled her hair before leaving the mansion in the morning, so nothing needed to be done in that regard. She tied her long, now-ombré hair into a side braid that draped over her shoulder, leaving a few locks out as fringe.
It only took her around ten minutes before she reopened the door and stepped out confidently. She did a spin to reveal the entire outfit to Vaerion and Darion, then kicked her leg out to show off her tattoo.
"You wanted everyone to see my tattoo, huh?" Asuriel asked with a teasing smile.
Vaerion didn't respond immediately, unabashedly looking her up and down with an appreciative smirk. He hummed, his eyes landing on her thigh, "Yeah. It's a bunch of brainless gangsters, so the more intimidating you look, the better… and I just think it's sexy."
Asuriel took a few steps toward him, now only a few inches shorter than him with her heels on, and looked up at him with a smirk, "I bet most of this was all for yourself."
"It's not often I have a doll to dress up as I please," he shrugged, meeting her eyes with his unwavering golden gaze. "Naturally, I will put her in clothes that appeal to me."
Darion stood a few feet away with a stoic expression, but his eyes couldn't completely hide the confusion at the sight of his master flirting so audaciously with this woman. He didn't dare make a sound, scared of what might happen if he interrupted Vaerion's… moments… with Asuriel.
"Well, are you going to change clothes, too?" Asuriel asked, running her hand down the front of his chest. "I don't think this casual look will do at all."
"Don't worry, dove," he whispered, grabbing her wrist and giving it a firm squeeze before lifting it to his lips, "I chose your outfit and mine at the same time. We'll be matching."
"Hurry and change, then," Asuriel took advantage of the fact he brought her hand so close to his face, freeing herself from his grip to caress his jaw. "I'm hungry."
"Help me change," Vaerion returned her smirk with his own, revealing his pointed canines. "I don't think I can do it by myself."
Asuriel rolled her eyes, "Yeah? The devil needs help putting on a dress shirt and tie?"
"He needs help with more than that," he said shamelessly. "I can't undo my belt alone."
Darion couldn't maintain his silence anymore, "I'll… be waiting in the car garage."
"Go," Vaerion glared at the demon with narrowed eyes.
Asuriel felt a little bad for putting on such a display before Darion but didn't get to think about it long.
Vaerion grabbed her chin and turned her to face him, "So, will you offer your hands to this poor, helpless devil?"