The bustle of the Toy Fair was a bit much for the demon, tired as he was. His gaze watched as everyone flitted back and forth, having to watch his step as the succubuns ran about. He did appreciate the little creatures, but fondness for them wasn’t in his heart. He was no Murmur, after all. Still, he had made a deal, and that meant he had to find the ‘exact perfect thing’ that would fit as a gift for the lady who had everything in the world…
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