He snorted, disgusted. "Yeah, sure. I could have written this shit. I know dodges this guy never even thought of."
"We're ready, Lord Agonostis."
He put down the book and rested his feet on his desk. "Let's have a look."
The leccubi were ready to get to work. They'd outfitted themselves in bodies as well as clothes—the bodies were spectacular, the clothing good—if expensive—Earth-made stuff.
Moret paraded in first. It was in succubus form, and had designed itself as a pneumatic platinum blonde with black lashes and silvery blue eyes. It wore a see-through blouse, fishnet hose, and a micro-micro miniskirt.
Agonostis nodded. "With that look, Moret, you want more tits. And more of a wiggle. And remember, cash only tonight. We aren't set up for credit cards yet."
Moret nodded and obligingly added about two cup sizes to its breasts.
"Better," Agonostis said, "You want to be sure the buttons are almost ready to pop. Next."
Federet had made itself into a boy, not more than twelve or thirteen. It primped at Agonostis seductively and the fallen angel smiled coldly. "Very good. Very, very good. No doubt at all that you're under age. Take advantage of that."
They paraded past him as males and females, as males dressed as females, as children—wearing leather, lace, neoprene rubber, elegant business suits and evening wear. They were aiming for every segment of the flesh-buying market, and Agonostis thought they were going to be quite a hit.
He didn't have to worry about Jezerael getting credit for the sinners his leccubi dragged in; Hell would credit him with every sin won by the onsite team, no matter the method. And in fact, Agonostis thought of a very clever dodge that might permit him to trash Jezerael's numbers and leave her dangling by her talons from the lip of the Pit.
His "whores" would be—as o