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Christof fidgeted outside Barth's door, giving a sharp knock and feeling more than anxious and exposed in the Demon Dorm Hallway. Usually he kept to windows, and that left less opportunities for burly territorial demon boils to escort him out by the ears. After a few heart wrenching minutes he settled for POUNDING on the door, and groped for his pen-knife to pick the lock, but Riley had confiscated it, leaving him lock-pick-less. Great. "Mathter Barth! Are you ready for your date?" He called through the door, praying the Sloth was coherent enough to hear him.

"N-not that I've theen, but... but Mith Morrigan ith waiting for me nextht door, I really can't keep her too long... I... I think I m-made a good firtht imprethion though!" He babbled, clearly bothered by something else as he hurried to grope through the contents of his dresser. No matter how hard he tried to fight the clutter Barth always had a way of letting it grow back the moment he turned his back. "I... I... I'm n-not thure I'm... I can go through with thith, Mathter..." He managed, hands shaking as he dropped to his knees to peer UNDER the dresser, and low and behold several things glinted in the dim light including several lost springs, that missing flashlight that would have been useful last time they lost something, and at least one of the cufflinks. The other had to be nearby SOMEWHERE... "M-mithtreth Riley.... f-found out. About er. My talking."

The single cufflink in hand, Christof sat heavily on the bed beside the Sloth, looking utterly miserable, "I don't know! I think thatth the trouble. I... I hope it'th jutht a beating. I should have told her thooner but... but I don't like telling anyone anything and now there'th... and Mathter Malodore heard and now HE knowth and I'm pretty thure Mith Colette heard... and Mithter Calder thaid that Mith Morrigan will want to KITH me and that thoundth entirely too Chrithmathy to be any good and..." flailing desperately, he offered the cufflink over.

Christof's face contorted anxiously, "He... didn't quite elaborate on... er... what it wath exthactly for... but... he thounded like it's important to lure them into your bedroom." He shifted, scratching at the stitches on the stitches of his wrist before getting up again, antsy. Sin and Morrigan, practically in their clutches. If he could just get one of them home to his dorm... silver and red glinted wet in his mind's eye as he shivered, stooping to check the couch for the other cufflink to keep himself fidgeting.

"Do they drive you crathy too?" the hunchback mumbled, finding another cufflink inbetween the cushions of the sofa. He wasn't sure if it was the exact match for the one he had handed him before, but it was something, "All thoth... partth... jiggling and f-f-flexthing and..." He swallowed, "Thin really hath the most wonderfully proportioned legth in thchool, I think," He kept his voice low, Morrigan was still waiting!

Scruff! He had forgotten scruff! Well... too late to go back now, they were already probably over running Morrigan's patience. And his own as he watched the demon sloooowly slowly ease himself into his socks. he gave him a few more moments before finally picking up his trousers and shoes and throwing them at the demon, "Hurry it up! I don't want her theeing you in your underpantth!" At least he WAS wearing underpants. This time.

Sin had gotten ready early, she had taken a long hot luxurious bath, had her nails done, groomed Pantaloons and Ladyluv and then expertly applied her makeup and dressed. Her hair she had left for last and after 100 expert brush-strokes she left it down.

Her outfit was rather risque like something out of a burlesque dance number. The top was corseted and showed off her hourglass figure, the motif was a broken heart and the laces across the middle looked like they were the only things keeping the fabric on Sin's skin. A jagged absence of fabric served to show the broken heart and a revealing line of bare skin. From the bottom of the corset flared out a ruffled hotpink skirt, more like a tutu then anything. It sort of looked...dangerous...if Sin were to bend over one had to wonder if that skirt would cover all bases. Miles of flawless smooth legs trailed down and ended in black pumps.

Sin flicked her hair back and eyed the clock for the hundredth time, she HATED to be late. She was an observer by nature and she liked to get anywhere early to scope out the scene. So she couldn't really wait any longer, besides what if Barth got cold feet? She slipped out of her room and handed Pantaloons her purse. "Be a good boy and meet me at the party...and no panty stealing!" She told her unmentionables before walking towards Barth's room.

When she arrived at the door she gave it a sharp series of raps with her knuckles. "Barth?!"

Someone else dressing him was not really a threat. Barth diverted him anyway, still focusing on that last sock.

"Go make sure that's her, would you?"