Menhit's faithfulness won out and, as stone-faced as always, rejected her friend's offer. It felt like a weight lifting off the War daughter's shoulders when she gave her answer. She already had a Carmilla by her side. Not seeming to mind, the latex demoness continued to lead her doll companion by the hand, the tips of their fingers entwined as they cut through a shopping plaza. Manning the stores were aquatic and eldritch-looking demons dressed in the most elegant attire the Stygian Depths had to offer and selling equally wicked artifacts and trinkets. A reminder that beneath the veneer of opulence and hospitality, this was still part of Hell's realms.
The Sapphire's atmosphere of unrestrained indulgence and desire filled the extravagant interior like a thick haze of pollutants in the Plague District. Erra closed the door behind herself and Menhit, unwilling to let even the obscenely scented air thin out. The latex demoness enjoyed the excess of the scenes before her, the green lights in her eyes dancing with cruel mirth. Thin strips of colorful gauze hung between the corners, offering enough of a tantalizing cover to draw the gaze and imagination to the moaning and arching shadows hiding behind them. Passageways, stairs, and doors promised further delights for those who could resist and explore deeper inside.
Erra coiled her arms around her still friend, allowing her the time to absorb everything as she lightly tugged at the straps of her scarlet dress. It'd only get in the way. Menhit, meanwhile, was mesmerized. A sign the poor lesbian had to leave War's domain more frequently.
The jewelry slaves, both human and demon, wore shimmered like radiant fish scales reflecting the entire spectrum of color. They covered essentially nothing of the bodies of the women who wore them and were shamelessly rubbing up against their inanimate female patrons. A molten golem, lava and rocks shifted constantly around her voluptuous frame, had two attendants carefully feeding her diamonds while they tittered and laughed. Then two red-heads both turned, their lidded gazes hotly inspecting the doll and latex women for a long and lingering moment. Whatever had brought them to Hell had been a blessing in disguise for these perverted sinners.
"Take whomever you'd like, Menhit." A mechanical voice whispered seductively in the doll's ears. Erra couldn't wrap mortals around her fingers as Jahi, but she made for an excellent shoulder-devil, especially since Hell lacked any angels to contradict her. After undoing the last of the straps, the latex demoness let the dress fall, revealing the doll's segmented and beautiful body. The fractures seemed more numerous here, perhaps because they were usually hidden by her combat attire or dress. She had to take better care of herself, for Carmilla if no one else. Another push of her rubber fingers against one below her torso section earned another shuddering gasp from Menhit.
"Rose." A human appeared as soon as Erra called out her name. Even prepared for who would emerge, lustful excitement rushed into the very tips of the latex demoness fingers and platform-heeled feet when she laid her eyes on the human. The green points inside her lenses filled the empty black space in its entirety before retreating. She looked and carried herself as Carmilla had. Differences too, like a shorter haircut, a different shade of color in her iris, and other small things that barely mattered.
"–milla!" It was worse for Menhit, who nearly choked on the name. And even if it had been Erra's idea, the latex demoness was glad her hollow mannequin interior lacked a heart. They loved everything about their princess, including as she had been as a human. Her doppelganger brought that and more to the surface in a visceral and surreal manner.
The human bowed, seemingly unaware of the profound effect she had on both demons, her chains and jewelry slipping away from breasts and nipples to hang loosely in the hair. Her cleavage was modest, but for her, neither could imagine anything more perfect. "... I've never been with a living doll before. But I remember playing with them. Brushing their hair, trying out clothes, and putting on fashion shows... I didn't really stop." She said shyly, and her cheeks flushed as if she had admitted to one of her darkest secrets. It could also have been a well-practiced lie. "Always wondered what being a..." Rose trailed off, hand slowly rising to touch Menhit's arm as it pulled away.
"Sorry, you're mine for today," Erra interjected and held the human's wrist in a forceful grip before pulling her in. Rose's demeanor changed within seconds as she understood her new role. Her fingernails dug into the latex, testing its resistance and purring like a kitten when she made the material squeak. She was far more direct and eager in her attention than she had been with Menhit. And the sudden switch helped her shake off the shock while Erra crooned with the thrill of the look-alike's attention.
Menhit leaned in, gently pressing her faceplate and lips against Erra's gasmask. Her stiff posture eased. "No more surprises like this, Erra. But enjoy her," something playful snuck into the doll's voice as it lowered into a whisper. "Just expect Carmilla to punish you for it. I'll tell her when we're alone later."
Rose made some furtive gestures to call her colleagues before draping herself along one of Erra's arms. "Our massage beds are this way. You're in capable hands. I promise our treatment will make your rubber as," Rose squeezed Erra's arm again before extending her fingers in a wide arc that felt amazing, "glossy and elastic as when you were newly reborn." Even she if maintained her persona expertly, Erra could see cracks forming in her exterior. Rose was curious about what had happened.