Once I walked into room 212- the number on the key- I felt something was seriously off about this place. It was dimly lit, meant for mood lighting obviously, but the way the room was set up was... weird. The walls were a dark crimson red, the curtains were drawn to keep the sunlight out at all cost judging by how thick and black they were, the even the bed followed this red and black color scheme. The only thing that wasn't was the fluffy white couch sitting in the corner of the room, facing towards what looked like a currently turned off wall mounted television. There looked to be two offshoots to the room as well; one that lead to a small kitchen area and another that I assumed would take me to the bathroom.
Everything still red and black, of course.
Well, whatever the deal was with this room, it made me both uncomfortable and... maybe a little aroused too. Scared to the point of arousal is a thing, right? Well, regardless, the redhead downstairs said it might be a while, so I figured I'd make myself at home. I walked into the kitchen and found the fridge which happen to have glass bottles of soda just sitting inside for the taking. Well, I assumed it was soda at least. Once I managed to get one open, it tasted a lot like Coke-a-Cola, but... not quite. The aftertaste was way better, super crisp and hella refreshing. No label on it though. Weird.
With my new- possibly favorite- drink in hand, I decided to head back and flip on the TV. Lucky for me, the remote was just sitting on the arm of the couch. Black plastic stands out really nicely against white fluff and leather. Taking a seat, I turned it on, only to be greeted by a strange program.
"-and so, after a long a grueling process, Madam Lovelace has proven her wit yet again with another hapless soul signed up to work the Hellfire Hotel and Parlor! Truly, a model for all inspiring young demons everywhere!" What the heck? It looked like, well... a demon giving a news broadcast of some kind. Or a succubus rather if my raging boner was anything to go by. Red skin, silky black hair, slit like pupils... and as much as I hated to admit it, I thought she was hot! Like, one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen in my life! I tried to rationalize it as a costume and makeup if only for a moment, like this was just some edgy kids show or something, but deep down, I knew better.
"In other news, our PR personale up on Earth have been making a killing recently with their new outreach program! Turns out, being evil just isn't the way to win over the hearts and minds of humans like it use to. Being sexy is the new evil, folks! Got a cute little human you wanna take as your own incub-toy or just a friend you want to introduce to wonderful world of the demonic? Being sexy is the easiest way to win over someone these days!"
The words sunk down deep into my brain for some reason, as I almost found myself nodding along to what she was saying. It... made sense, actually. Yelling about stealing souls sure wasn't going to bring anyone over, so my not try being sexy instead? As I thought about this, my body started to shrink, most of bulk started to fade away into nothing, save for what was there on my hips. The reporter went on about the 'top 10 ways to tell if someone is interested in you' while my skin started to turn a bright red and my once black hair turned silver... then snow white.
Another demon- a large bull like creature this time with a shockingly calming voice- came on next as he began to go on about the weather, warning others about holy rain showers in the upcoming days thanks to 'false prayers' again. For some reason, I laughed at his joke with my much higher pitched voice as I kicked my hooves back and forth from the couch, no longer able to properly reach the floor. Well, not with my legs at least; whip like tail was able to reach down easily and then some.
As the commercials came in, one being for cute angel cake, I started to feel a bit too warm for my own good and removed my shirt. A good thing too as my D-cup breast were in desperate need of freedom. They must have looked massive on my 4 foot nine self. Another add for skin care came on as I thought to myself about actually buying some as it was important to look good, ya know? By the time the news came back on a story began about a cat demon being elected as city mayor, I wasn't a human any longer. I wasn't even male.
Instead, sitting on that comfy white couch was a sexy 'as hell' imp girl, laughing at every dirty joke the broadcasters made while drinking from a glass soda bottle and just reveling in freedom to be able to final get to be topless after a long day of-
I stopped myself from finishing that sentence, dropping the now half empty bottle on the floor upright. In a blind panic, I ran towards the bathroom and quickly climbed up the sink to meet my reflection face to face and... I was right.
I was a imp girl. a Damn cute one too- no! I couldn't... couldn't start thinking like that again. What just happened to me?! How? And why in the hell did I take off my shirt?! All these questions buzzed around my head until a I heard the gentle knocking coming from the door at the entrance.