Helluva hound

The Harvest moon festival

[Scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of stola's mansion. A sigh of contentment is heard. Blitza is shown lighting a cigarette on stola's bed and folds her arms behind her head.]

stola: I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.

[stola is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, her hands tied to the headboard with rope.]

blitza: When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about...[uses cigarette to burn rope, freeing stola, who takes Blitza's cigarette from her and takes a long drag of it.] but do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll.

stola: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself.

[stola puts out the cigarette in one of Blitza 's horns and pinches her cheek before Blitza  shoves her away.]

stola: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals.

[Blitza pulls a feather out of her mouth in disgust.]

blitza: Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.

stola: [sits up] Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...

[stola pulls the covers over her head and her head appears near Blitza 's crotch.]