The posters warn about STD's.
The posters warn about Reds.
The posters warn about the end of the world.
They forgot to make a poster about the dangers of Devil Girls.
Human nature never changes. You climb into a convertable and slip in a man's lap and his clothes come off like butter.
Summonings always leave me starving and this guy's going to be my first meal. I could have done a lot worse.
He doesn't mention the horns and I don't mention the ring on his finger. Its a good arrangement and a fair trade. In a day he'll start to doubt. In a week he'll have convinced himself it was all a weird dream.
He'll go home a little woozy and maybe with a guilty conscience. I'll go. . .somewhere. . . not sure where yet but at least I won't be hungry.
Editor's note: File sizes are being reduced so I can get more than half a dozen issues on this blog before hitting the maximum storage on a free account.
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