After all, this was Lucifer, himself… Free is a relative term. “I need to tell you something. “No, Stan,” she said calmly. A couple of the nearby girls snapped images with their phones of his smile. “I believe the question was, ‘Do I own you?’ Do you remember your answer… That meant using real fake tan stuff when you ran it. Stan reached up and triggered both horns. for just the night… That way he could keep the ‘granting-a-wish’ deception going. He didn’t know why, but suddenly he decided that he had to be totally honest with this woman. “No, Stan,” she said calmly. Sometimes there will be fringe benefits similar to what you have been getting as you bilked these naive college coeds, but usually it is a straight business negotiation.”
“So I promise them something,” Stan said, now sounding much more in control of himself, “and they sign over their souls.”
“That’s the basic idea,” Lucy said with a smile, “but you will need some training.”
“What do I get out of this?” Stan asked, cocking his head
