The two women intimately brushed their faceplates against each other in lieu of kissing, exploring the textures and shapes of their respective materials in slow and sensual motions. Menhit only had the barest impression of lips on her painted mask, but Erra still rubbed her poison-spewing filter and tubes against them as she placed her hands on her waspish waist to pull the doll into her rubber body. Erra leaned her head forward, resting her forehead against Menith's as she glanced down at the fingers teasing the ball joints that allowed the construct articulation before shifting them slightly to the connecting edges of her limbs.
The artificial demoness had gathered hairline fractures in her segments as another warrior might collect scars. Even if she limited her arena fights to murders, rapists, and other criminals, like an avenging angel punishing evildoers, combat was still chaotic and messy. The rubber demoness admiration made her friend's breath hitch when she ran the tips of her fingers against them. Erra could hear a subtle cracking and released the pressure immediately. The plague demon couldn't tell with Menith's immobile face but her posture seemed more hunched over and strained, although not entirely due to the sudden pain.
"Ever tried using a different configuration? You know, four arms, a spider abdomen instead of a pair of legs." Erra asked, and as curious as she was to explore the ruptures further, they were in public – not that Hell had much in the ways of moral standards. "All you have to do is ask." The latex demoness teased, knowing the answer already as she returned to affectionately rubbing against Menhit's nose with her gasmask. Her best friend returned the gesture as she simultaneously took the opportunity to shake her head. Diana and Anat were so... human, even after millennia in Hell, and it bled through to their daughters. At least she could force her to try the toys.
Satisfied with that, Erra and Menhit untangled themselves. The doll looked stunning and elegant in her sleeveless and long scarlet dress, making an entirely different impression than she did in her usual combat attire. It was the same shade or red as Carmilla's skin. She was serious about this. Erra, meanwhile, was rubber fetish incarnate, so rarely bothered with clothes.
"Boxes in the suite next to ours. Don't break anything, or I'll harvest your pretty organs and use them as bait." The latex demoness chirped happily, briefly turning to her servants led by Zhang. The diseased abominations looked entirely out of place in the opulent lobby. With an acknowledging moan, they shuffled away while carrying an apartment's worth of luggage on their backs.
"I appreciate all the effort, Erra. And I know I agreed to all of this, but isn't this a little much." She swept a ball-jointed arm to encompass the underwater palace and its luxurious surroundings, doing her best to look uncomfortable with her eternally frozen features. That sweep also included the behemoth squid coiling its tentacles against the glass sphere separating them from the water. A release of ink visibly darkened the interior for a few moments before the cloud dispersed.
Puffs of green smoke escaped from Erra's filter as she laughed, dismissing her friend's concerns. "I swear, your mother is spartan in every way possible." The demoness lifted one of the doll's hands, starting to walk and pulling her deeper into the palace. "There's a massage parlor here that specializes in non-organic demons." Erra sighed wistfully. After a week of dealing with her corrosive substances, there was nothing like relaxing while being treated by professionals to feel refreshed afterwards. Poor Menhit likely only made do with the same wash down as the other gladiators. They had a couple of days to change all of that. "One of the humans servants looks exactly like our princess when she was as a human. She'll do anything you ask. And anything you say will stay between you."
"Anyth–!" Menhit bit back her answer, her jointed grip around Erra tensing as she let her confusion, excitement, and shame settle. She knew her friend was corrupting her, tempting her, even as she cared deeply for her at the same time.