[h2]Lotte Blackthorn[/h2]

Lotte anxiously rapped her finely manicured nails against the corners of her folder, as she kept her stance up and straight like the most tense of levies. She spared a last glance at herself. She had used a mortal guise this time, her actual silver hair turned into platinum blonde, her red eyes obscured into a shade of blue, and her demonic features all hidden. She also had done her best to keep herself presentable.

It was baffled how finding clothes, and a barber shop for females was much more expensive than it was for men, in that regard. And whenever she tried to choose a dress that was an honest, god, and humble fit, she would feel completely uncomfortable in it. Something inside her stirred each time. Compelling her to buy a size smaller. And there she was, her ample bosom, a reminder of her current condition, struggling to break free from the shirt, who had only been spared the brunt of the siege because the first undone button. Likewise, her business skirt and shirt were equally snug and form fitting. She couldn't have it other way, no. If she ever tried to wear anything less flattering, some kind of switch would turn in her demonic brain causing her to feel uneasy.

She cursed her current body, wishing for that of the times of old, but there wasn't anything that could be done. Plus, she was ageless now, and could fly and use the crafts that once thought were beyond him, only befitting Merlin and his ilk. Her heels clacked somewhat in surprise as she shifted in her chair, seeing the new arrival, eagerly. But with a demure disposition, putting all what she had learned from her fellow demons of lust into practice. It was not exactly how would she had wanted to climb into social status, but one could only use the cards she had dealt with.

Besides, no one else wanted to hire her, with her obscure background. Other than less-than reputable clubs, that is.

The situation was perfectly mirroring that of a TV show or a romantic story. Single widowed millionary tycoon would fall in love with his child's caretaker, thus closing the wounds that a tragic death had done. She wanted to puke upon the idea, but it was what needed to be done. All that she needed was to be nice to the brat and the father, and work her way up slowly... the first part wasn't too hard. She had been once a paragon of virtue... well, sort of.

And then the man fell limp, life escaping from his eyes. And falling limp like a doll. Lotte's expression stood there, frozen, a discredulous nervous smile creeping up as the father who was dead or had never been alive in first place. Lotte's vapid smile reached critical levels as she talked, nay, squeaked.

"Where's the candid...camera?" She yelped, quickly recalling some humans were fans of these kind of pranks. No, this was no prank, as her mind clicked. The company was called Avalon. The "business tycoon" was a magical golem or homunculus. And there was the kid staring at her directly, although she could swear the damned toddler was sneaking a peek at her barely contained bountiful gifts. But there was little doubt he was the real mastermind. Lotte's smile disappeared, as she craddled her face between one of her hands.

"No, don't tell me. The old man daddy puppet trick is getting old, or whatever, and you need a new, brand sexy nanny who can keep a secret and buy you the adult magazines, because for some reason you botched something and you're stuck in a kid's body." She chuckled so slightly. "So that's the gist of the job, isn't it?" She conceded, as she looked at the kid's expression.

Where had she seen that stupidly smug face...? It seemed familiar...


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