It was early in the afternoon at Shoshuku. Classes were over, and while most students were now headed to the many facilities the school had to offer to spend their remaining time, Toinette headed to the dormitories. Her reasons were twofold; firstly, she didn't like the other students. They were brash and uncivilized in her eyes. Secondly, her primary after-school hobby was located in her bedrooms: machinery, and working on said machinery. She had no roommate, so almost every inch of her room apart from her bed was covered in scraps and tools; it was a mess that she preferred to hide from others, so after entering her room she locked it behind her - once with the regular lock all doors had, and a second time with the simple but secure lock she had added herself.

She let her eyes glide over to her desk, checking if her latest project was still whole; she was experimenting with an old P-40 engine, seeing if she could successfully connect it with other mechanical devices to make them move. Several fuel canisters, some full, some empty, were strewn about the room, a source of power for the engine. Her latest attempt to harness the P-40's power was very simple; a mere Rube Goldberg machine, a useless loop of movement that would be driven by the engine's power. A smile curled on her lips at the thought of the red ping pong ball that would soon make a first attempt to 'complete its course' through the machine..

She would soon continue working on it, but first, she needed to slip into something she felt more comfortable in; the school uniform, she thought, was too indecorous for someone of her status. Sure, the gown she was planning on wearing would get dirty with oil or dust; but the money she still monthly received from her rich parents was more than enough to buy a replacement. She slipped the blue vest from her shoulders and untied the red tie, after which she started unbuttoning the white shirt. After that had too slipped from her shoulders, she undid her brassiere, unveiling her full D-cup breasts. She made no bother towards privacy, as nobody was watching, and her lock should be secure enough to keep out possible intruders. She loosened the plaid skirt, letting it slip over her equally full bottom. As it fell to the ground however, she heard a knock on the door. Who could need her at this moment in time? "Who's there?" she yelled, as she was unable to open the door in her current state, wearing only socks, shoes and panties.

Daytime, the enemy of those who lurked in the dark.

Still, that should be no problem for someone like Lilitu. He might have limited, almost null powers during the day but they were still impressive, a birthright of his since he was, of course, a royalty in his own way. His army of demons that he ostentatiously had in his beard were hungry for a jig, anyway, and he was about to give them what they wanted. Besides, it seemed that the sunlight did not affect them that much as it affected him, though his qualms against it were for nothing but vain-glourious display as a 'creature of the dark abysmal depths'.

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Many hours after releasing what seemed to be a whole myriad of creatures into open daylight, reports came back and one of them came from a minute demon, Sacharenal.

Oh yes, my lord, my liege, you will be delighted by this, what I have to show you...it said in telepathy.

He was sitting on his crag-throne, his face contorted in concentration.

Speak, He answered back, or better yet, show.

Images bought back to him were of the kind he so wanted to see. There she was, a female of the kind he wanted much. She was already in the vestiges of undress...and further on, the sights he wanted the most came into view, and with that, he did as much as he could of what he could muster, a small display of what power he had. He traded places with the demon he had just been talking to, and as he stood before her door, a small grin displayed on his face.

" It's the mechanic, ma'am." he said, mimicking a human's voice as much as he can, though an old one at that.

A mechanic? she thought, pausing her undressing for a moment. What would a mechanic be doing here? She didn't report any leaks or other problems. And her fanaticism with machinery was a well-kept secret: it wasn't some fellow tinkerer chiming in to introduce himself. He sounded a bit too old to be a fellow student, too. That ruled the possibility of a prank out in her eyes - if her parents trusted this school with her education, their staff would have to be civilized. Then she recalled something. Ha! The parts she recently ordered... It was odd that the mechanic himself would be here to deliver them instead of a delivery boy, but perhaps he felt the need to personally apologize for the delay.

"Can it wait a few minutes?" she yelled again, hastily continuing her change of clothes. She quickly slid her shoes off her lithe feet, socks soon following. Next, she pushed the band of her white panties down over her hips, and then also removed them from her body. There she was now, in the middle of a machine-filled room, stark naked. "Just a moment!" she added to her previous statement, rushing over to her wardrobe. She took out the undergarments she was planning to wear today - black lace stockings, black lace garterbelt, black lace panties, black lace corset - before swiftly, but carefully, beginning to rummage through the many dresses contained within the wardrobe, hoping to find a suitable one within a reasonable time limit.

With what limited power he had, he deduced a sense of doubt from within the room. He was about to barge in, guns blazing, so to speak, when he suddenly felt a sense of relief emanate from within, and tried to get more vibrations from within.

Glimpses of stack upon stack of machinery made it harder for him to see more than what he could, and slowly, slowly, his visions gave him vague glimpses of what was within.

There was machinery, some more machinery...

A weird metal which made his visions more harder to come upon, and it also gave him a bit of a head ache...

And, blessedly, skin.

This was what he was looking for. As soon as the demon-scout he had released had shown him the images, it was like a really, really strong shot of energy drink for him. And now that he was seeing at least glimpses of what he had been trying to deduce from the demon's report earlier, most of what had been gibberish on a telepathic sense, Lilitu was energized.

Of course, the girl's wardrobe did not escape his view either, suggesting some very, very naughty underwear and of course, suggesting some very, very naughty things he would like to do with the one wearing them. He wanted to barge in already, but that would only make things harder for him, and he wanted a little fun to begin with. He felt his pre-cum had already started to leak out...and he would have fun with it.

He scooped up a drop with his finger. It started to evaporate as soon as he scooped it up, and he hoped the aphrodisiac properties would do their work, although he knew it would at least be weak, since it wasn't the whole stuff.

He directed the finger into the crack between the door and the wall, as he suited up and started to transform himself into what would pass for a mechanic coming from the AVSIM Industries, a manufacturer of custom P-40 parts.

" It can wait, ma'am, take your time." he answered, chuckling silently from within.

She had already taken out a hanger with a long black dress she intended on wearing, but suddenly felt as if the temperature had slightly risen. Had it been this warm since this morning? A bit too warm for a gown that extensive, she thought, and she hung it back in the wardrobe, instead choosing a green cocktail dress. Slightly more revealing than her previous choice, but it was this warm - people would understand that even a woman of her status would choose to be slightly less conservative at this temperature.

"Almost done," she yelled as she quickly began putting on the clothing she had laid out, beginning with the black lace lingerie. She wasn't a very sexual or sensual person - the main reason she wore them, was because they were expensive. Not in the sense that she was superficial enough to pick out clothing based on price alone; but in the sense that, since youth, 'chique' garments had always been her bread and butter when it came to wardrobe, and among those chique garments were chique undergarments. She fastened the brassiere behind her back, and then swiftly put on the cocktail dress. She fairly quickly checked if she was in fact wearing everything, and then approached the door. She unlocked both locks, and then pushed down on the handle. Normally, she'd only open the door a few inches to prevent people from getting a good enough look at her room. But this was a mechanic, she reasoned, and he wouldn't mind the machinery. Besides, didn't mechanics also have some kind of vow of confidentiality?

She opened the door wide, allowing the 'mechanic' full sight of her and her room. "Good afternoon!" she said in a friendly but aristocratic tone, smiling. The smile wasn't forced as usual: she was legitimately excited for the new parts, which would allow her to take on what she thought was the cause of the P-40 engine malfunctioning so often. "Just bring the package inside," she added, gesturing the somewhat older mechanic inwards. She would probably have to fill in some administrative forms or something before she could actually accept the parts, and she didn't want to risk a fellow student seeing her and a commoner interacting so positively. She was, after all, a noblewoman.

The trick worked, and he smiled. He was hoping his inherent body temperature would turn that droplet to vapour, and it did. He waited for it to work...

And when the door opened, well, the result was obvious.

The girl wore a formal dress, one that was suited for casual evening gatherings, as much as he had known. Yet this one left a lot to the imagination but did very little in keeping things in a conservative light. He smiled a formal smile, playing his role as the kind old mechanic to the hilt, with very little hints as to who he really was, or what he was really after. He appeared to be a man of around fifty, or sixty, bespectacled and with the standard cap and jumpsuit of his 'company', but still looked like a senior mechanic of some sort.

" Good day Madam." he said, smiling as he peered from over the box. " Liam Riley from AVSIM Industries, with the parts you ordered."

Since she had opened her door he also had a better view of the girl. She would be fun, no doubt about that, a very delectable dish which he would savor with gusto...the trademark gusto of a Shikima demon, but much much more.

" I hope you wouldn't mind that I have come directly from HQ to bring this, and I am soaked..." he said, appearing to be polite. He did not want to intrude...not yet, at least.

"Oh, it doesn't matter," she reassured the senior mechanic when he politely apologized for personally delivering the package. "I can understand that the company would go out of their way for important clients like myself," she added. Her tone was not arrogant or boastful; in her eyes, that's simply how things were. She could tell that the mechanic wanted to be friendly by not intruding any further, but she insisted, again gesturing him inside. "Come in, come in. You would need some rest after a trip that long wouldn't you?"

Expecting the man to follow she turned around, hastily sweeping up the more messy parts of her room. "Don't mind the mess," she apologized. Normally, she'd feel horrible letting a simple commoner into her room like that, but not only was this commoner a mechanic from AVSIM industries - and thereby 'in on the secret' - he was respectful at that. Ever since she came to this school, it had become a rare occurrence for people to treat her with proper respect, and she appreciated the mechanic for breaking that trend. "Do you want some tea?" she asked politely, looking up at the man.

He went inside, actually taking note of the little things she did, and most specially, how she acted.

She had something of a reserved nature in her, most reminiscent of how he acted when he was back in Shikima, or talking to his demon-scouts. She had to be royalty, he guessed. And he didn't mind, of course. It would be especially fun to put her in situations that she cannot control, and then everything else would just melt down into one big sloppy mess. And then...

And then his fun would really begin.

He moved in, after she ushered him in, and he looked for a place to put his package down in. It was hard...the room was cluttered, and the machinery made it hard for him to even try and think. There was some metal here that didn't sit well with his monster anatomy, and that something made him sweat bullets. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this...yet here he was, and he should even be trying to find a way to scare the girl.

" So I see that you're alone, madam?" he said, still carrying the box.

" And I do see there's no area for me to...Oh, tea would be lovely." He said, smiling once again. " I haven't had a meal for a long time."

He whipped around, to see a wardrobe door still slightly ajar, the contents of which were...lace. Lots and lots of lace, underwear at that...and what sexy underwear they were.

Oh, a slight tease we have here, he thought...

He hoped the aphrodisiac kicked in some more.

"Oh, just put the package here," she said, quickly clearing out an area on her bed, sweeping metal and wires aside. In doing so, she noticed that she had forgotten to fully close the door of her wardrobe. It was only slightly ajar, but one didn't even have to focus on it to notice the lacey lingerie contained within. Normally, she would have closed it as quickly as possible, but she felt a bit different today. She chuckled at the thought of what the man would think knowing what a proper woman like her was wearing. She turned the chair in front of the desk towards the mechanic, gesturing him to sit down, and then began heating water in the very small kitchen in the corner of the room. If one could even call it a kitchen - it was literally just one sink and one stove, and that was it.

Perhaps it was the stove she turned on, but she really felt like the room was overheated. Or was that just her? For some reason, she felt invigorated by the temperature. It was a warm, sunny day, perhaps she could be a bit festive too. She grinned at the thought of toying with the boundaries of her status, to slightly seduce the mechanic... Just for fun, of course. She'd never have those kind of relations with a commoner. Since she could do nothing other than wait until the water was heated at this point, she turned towards the old man again.

"It's quite hot in here, isn't it?" she said, smiling, and slightly shifting one of the straps of her dress towards her shoulder. She felt quite embarrassed, in a fun kind of way, doing this, and began blushing slightly.

The vapour seems to be permeating the air, and it might not be that strong, or anything else, but it sure was enough for her to act like this...and he was beginning to think, more of in amusement than worry, that he used a little bit too much of it for this particular situation...but he was sure it was soon to wear off, and he needed to act fast.

He unbuttoned his top before he sat down, and brought it down so that his white t-shirt underneath showed. It was soaked with sweat alright...and he tied the top around his waist, so that the arms would not flop around. He sat down patiently, waiting for the water she was heating...but it seemed that that was not the only thing heating around here...

She began to show signs of arousal...slow breath, wiping her brows clean of sweat, and her chest heaving up and down slowly. How the old demon loved to be starting to peel off the covers from those, but then again, patience can lead to a lot of fun things. He pretended not to notice.

He looked around, feigning soliloquy before he was interrupted by a strangely deep-toned voice, coming from her...a feminine voice slightly familiar to him.



He fought the urge to cry 'SUCCESS' as he watched, feigning surprise.

" Uh...ma'am?" he asked.

She jerked the strap back to its previous position, the mechanic's surprised comment somewhat bringing her back to her senses again. "Sorry, I... It must be the heat or something," she said, as she began blushing more heavily. Using the water that had just begun cooking as an excuse, she turned away from the mechanic again. What had gotten into her? Even if it was just for fun, she was nobility! She shouldn't seduce commoners. She felt even more embarrassed as she began to worry if the mechanic had noticed her heated behavior, sweating and breathing more heavily.

Pouring the finished tea into two cups, one for her, one for him, she began thinking. Could it really hurt that much if she just had some fun for once? It didn't have to go anywhere. And this was an old man; old men usually have enough life experience to know that seduction does not imply sexuality. She carried the tea over to her desk and put one cup near the mechanic's chair, keeping the other cup in her hand and taking a relaxed sip from it. "You know, it can get kind of lonely, studying in an all-girl school," she began. What the hell am I saying? she thought to herself, but nevertheless she continued smiling, keeping eye contact with the old mechanic.

It was beginning, the thing which he wanted the most...and she was turning out to be in heat.

He decided that, being the playwright of this wretched play, he would get the ball rolling, and start with the playing with her more than anything else.

He watched her movements, almost subtle-like, except that it resembled a croc watching it's prey on the riverbank, studying its move until it makes that one stupid mistake. He smiled. It was almost clockwork, and he was the clocksmith.

He watched as she prepared the dishes, and she seemed to come out of her sluttiness and back to her own self. She went over to the kitchen, busying herself, and she prepared the cups for them. Yet, almost as if he was controlling her with a switch, she went from respected noblewoman back to the girl-next-door having fun as she carried the tea over to them, and she took a sip...almost cutesy-like, like a girl flirting with someone cute. But of course, he wasn't cute; he was disguised as old.

Yet this did not seem to stop her.



Not breaking the contact, the old man smiled. A seemingly knowing smile, subtle yet obvious. And he answered, eyeing the door...and silently locking it with his limited telepathy, hiding the action from the girl.

" What exactly do you mean, miss?" he asked, smiling slightly, taking a sip.

Toinette herself began smiling too, with the same air of mischief as the mechanic. She was glad that the old man understood from the get-go that it was just a game; a small spot of fun for both to be had, that didn't need to mean anything more. At least, that's how she decided to interpret his knowing smile. "Oh, it's just... you know... girls can be so cruel sometimes," she said, playfully feigning emotional weakness whilst taking another sip from her tea. While she was just joking around for the sake of amusement, there was admittedly some truth to that statement, though not in the way inferred. She did dislike most other students, but this was mostly because of personal arrogance than any fault of them.

Meanwhile, her body language became - both consciously and unconsciously - more tempting. Her breathing was slow, but heavy and careful, unsubtly heaving her prominent chest. She shifted her weight onto one of her legs, pushing her curves outwards and emphasizing them even more. The combination of embarrassment and playful exploration of her boundaries stimulated her blood vessels, her blush spreading from her cheeks over the rest over her body. She began sweating even more profusely; her skin began to glisten from the sweat. In the back of her mind, the first faint thought that something was wrong began to rise. This wasn't how she usually acted; this wasn't how she usually would act, and it especially wasn't how she was supposed to act. For the moment, however, the thought remained where it was; undisturbed in the back of her mind.

" Why don't you move a little closer, miss?" the mechanic said, shifting his seat a little beat so that it was out of the table, and he was directly open to the path of the student mechanic.

It was a shame he spoke a little too soon. Perhaps she would've done more if he hadn't asked her that question earlier, about whether she was aware of what she was doing or not, but it was no use crying over spilled milk. He had come this long a way, and he was not about to falter...not now, when she was almost his to do whatever he wanted with.



" I know the feeling." he said, " It's like you feel so alone, with no one who could understand. Perhaps...a little distraction?"

He waited for the other tell tale signs, and they slowly appeared. Without her knowing, she began to act like a sophisticated dancer teasing a customer, wanting him to give her what she wanted...nay, what she needed. He was smiling, laughing like a madman inside. She was his for the taking, but this only gave him a miscalculation.

He knew the aphrodisiac effects were in full swing...for how long, though, he was uncertain, but he felt there still was a long, long way to go.

Her smile became even wider - if that was even possible - as she leaned her backside against the side of the desk, placing one leg in between his. It wasn't touching his legs, or even close to them, but the connotation was the same. She took another sip of her tea while mischievously staring back at the old mechanic. She finally got what she was scanning for - a suggestion from the man himself.

"A distraction?" she said in a surprised tone, playfully feigning ignorance, "What did you have in mind?" She lets her backside slide over the edge of the desk, inching slightly closer to him. She felt that the tension and the chemistry were rising. In the back of her mind, warning lights had started to go off. But she quickly pushed those thoughts away. So what if they had a little more fun, perhaps even first base? They were just two people who needed a bit of distraction in their lives; it didn't need to go any further than that. Just a cuddle, just a kiss, and then they would both go their separate ways again.

OOC: I know that my posts are getting a bit short, but I'll try to make them longer again as the story moves ahead.