Room #413.  The pair of demons stared at the door and its number, as if it held some sort of magical sway over them.  Orias was the first to speak.  “So this is where it all went down?”  His companion snorted prior to answering.  “In a manner of speaking, yeah, I guess you could say that,” Zuureth replied.  His answer earned him a clout on his left shoulder.  “C’mon, focus!” Orias instructed.  “Let’s get inside and come up with some kinda game plan.”<br/><br/>The room was sparse, if that.  A medium-sized couch graced one wall, while a small dining table with two chairs were against the opposite wall.  Not much else lay in between.  There was no television or entertainment device of any kind.  The entertainment, after all, was the sole responsibility of the room’s inhabitants, as Zuureth had found out for himself the previous night.  Four floors of units such as this one sat atop the popular bar below.  For a modest fee, they provided refuge to sleep off a hard night’s boozing, as well as privacy if one were to<i>get lucky </i>downstairs.<br/><br/>A modest hallway led to a bathroom on the right, with a bedroom on the left.  Before inspecting the extra rooms, Orias inquired (or was it accused?), “You did it out here, didn’t you?”  Like a boy caught peeking up a girl’s skirt, Zuureth stared at the floor uncomfortably while mumbling his simple answer, “Uh, yeah.”  Laughing, the demon advisor clapped his hands once.  “Don’t be embarrassed, my friend.  I’d expect nothing less from you.  Lust is so thick in the air that I can barely see.  Not to mention the distinct aroma of bodily fluids, some dried, some not.”  Yep, that was Orias all right, Zuureth thought, never one to mince words.<br/><br/>Pointing toward the hallway with a cocked brow, Orias stated, “Save me the trouble and extra steps, the bedroom, too?”  His answer was a paltry nod.  “By all that is unholy, I fucking love this guy!” he said rather exuberantly.  “Where do you get the energy?”  Shrugging, Zuureth offered, “Dunno, must be that demon blood.”<br/><br/>“There is that,” Orias agreed.  “Hmmm, wonder if we can sneak in a foursome before sending one of them back to our Dark Highness.”  Now it was Zuureth’s turn to raise a brow.  “Never say never,” his mentor laughed.  “Though now would be a good time for me to stress and remind you that only you can send those names back to Him.  That pen is useless in my hands.  All I can do is write with it.  I mean, I can stab, stab, stab and it’ll do absolutely nothing.  Well, aside from getting ink and blood all over the place.”  He smiled at the mental image.<br/><br/>Orias clapped again while rubbing his hands together.  “So then.  We have a few hours before the bar’s open for business, and hopefully your lady friends’ return.”  He eyed Zuureth disdainfully, while wrinkling his nose for added effect.  “First things first, though.  We’re gonna have to get you some new rags, cuz you stink in those!”