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Aside from Paradise Café, Taffy never cared much for visiting the Heavenly Embassy. The way she dressed seemed to garner a lot of attention from cherubuns that frequented there. She was used to people ogling her in the rest of Burrowgatory, even enjoyed it as long as there's no explicit comments, but the attention she would get at the Heavenly Embassy was… different. Judgemental glares from cherubuns struggling to let go of puritanical habits, concerned looks...

Shoot was not the responsible type, even among succubuns. As such, he hardly ever seriously considered taking in and caring for an imp. Even when he would comment on just liking a particular imp’s aesthetics, anyone who knew anything about him would pipe up to dissuade him from getting one. One such naysayer was the catalyst for him actually going for it: Oliver, the general manager at the club he worked...

As the daylight was beginning to dim, Shoot entered the nightclub Love in a Bottle. It was going to be opening time in an hour, Shoot was arriving way too late since he was one of the few employees around to set things up. The lust bun sighed and closed his eyes as he entered the club’s main room. “Oliver's gonna yell at me in three, two, one…” ...

It doesn’t take much to excite Taffy, but it was excited nonetheless. It looked down at its phone, checking the time as it walked through the apartment hallway.    “I’m running a bit early, but I'm sure they won't mind!” It chirped to itself.   Taffy couldn't help but leave home as soon as it got ready for its tea party with Dove. As such, it was going to arrive at Dove and Jackal’s apartment about fifteen minutes before the agreed-upon time.  ...