Nightshine's Courtesan

Mimic hummed softly as she sat at her vanity, brushing her hair and styling it into two curly puffs, finishing up but moisturizing her ears as her tail swayed gently, while her spirit motes moved behind her as if they were also trying to look at themselves in the mirror, making the girl laugh softly before reaching up and petting their heads.

“I think we look fine, don’t you?” She says, standing and moving towards her full body mirror to check herself out, fixing any wrinkles that she found in her outfit.

“Okay you guys we’re going! Be good!” She called to her two Imps as she headed out the door.

Mimic stood outside of a building that looked like every other building in Burrowgatory, with a sign that read Nightshine, above the door.

Entering the building, the bell above the door rang, however Mimic continued through the building and stopped outside of an office, knocking on the door.

“Enter and have a seat.” Came the voice of an older female.

“Good evening Madam.” She greeted, sitting in the chair across from the pride succubun.
“Good evening, Mimic. This is your client for the night. Make sure you’re on your best behavior and that you make them feel as welcome as possible.” The woman says, placing a folder in front of her.

Mimic took the folder and opened it, looking over the files inside.

“You are dismissed.”

Mimic stood up and bowed politely before leaving the office and heading down the hall.

Entering her room, she placed the folder on the nearby table and removed the file, her spirit motes floating over to look at them as she changed into more appropriate clothing, a sigh escaping her as she did so.

“I swear, it would be so much better if Madam just let us take our outfits home and put them on there then come to work. So bothersome having to put on normal clothes then come here and change every damn time.” Mimi fussed, sliding out of her very simple dress.

“But noooo, it’s too expensive, she says. They have to stay perfectly clean, she says.” She sighs, slipping on her purple and dark blue Tulle dress with golden trims.

“I feel like that shouldn’t even matter if we’re just gonna be taking off our clothes for our clients anyway. We don’t even get to wear them for that long.”

The sound of whispers beside her ears, made them twitch as her spirit motes spoke.

“I know we’re supposed to look beautiful and presentable but still!”

Suddenly there was a knock on her door, “Mimic your client’s waiting for you in the parlor!” A female voice called.

“Coming!” She sighed softly and fixed her clothes then her hair before leaving the room and making her way towards the parlor.

The clients that showed up at Nightshine were mostly demons but there were also an equally if not larger amount of succubun that showed so, Mimic wasn’t surprised to see a demon with dark blue skin, tusks and pointed ears, as well as curved horns and a spade tail; sitting on the white and gold throne in the middle of the room.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Master. My name’s Mimic and I’ll be your Maiden for the night.” She says, making her way over, a pink and blue folding fan in front of her face as her spirit motes peek around the sides.

The demon chuckles as he watches her kneel on a large, fluffy white pillow in front of him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mimic. And don’t worry, you didn’t make me wait for too long.”

“I’m glad. Would you like a drink? We have tea and hot cocoa since Burrowgatory gets rather cold in the Winter. We also have a few snacks if you’re hungry.”

“Hot cocoa will suffice for now, I’m not really hungry at the moment.”

“Yes Master, of course.” Mimic stands and closes her fan, setting it on the pillow as she makes her way over to the kettle and heater.

“Your hot cocoa will be ready in a few minutes. But in the meantime, why don’t you tell me more about your desires?”

After the hot cocoa was ready, Mimic and her client began to discuss what they wanted to happen that night. 

Once they were finished, Mimic stood up and led her client into an empty room, closing the door behind them as the demon set a bag down on the nearby table.

“Are you sure you don’t mind this?” He asked, taking out what looked to be a small vial of liquid.

“I’m sure.” She answers, as the demon placed a bell collar around her neck.

“Everything has been discussed prior to our contract with the Madam, I checked it over myself beforehand, and I triple checked with you a moment ago and I’m fine with it.” 

The demon stares at her for a moment, before asking again just in case and Mimic once again agreeing.

“Alright. Well if you’re completely and utterly sure then, we’re going to have a very long night.” He says, tilting her chin with his finger and pouring the liquid down her throat, placing it back into the bag before turning and capturing her lips with his as he wrapped his arms around her waist, moving to place kisses along her neck and collarbone.