The apparition in the computer pixels seemed briefly confused when she spied the woman laying on Dirk's bed. She stood silent for a moment, before the face became clear to her.<br/><br/>"My mistake," the woman said, regaining her confident disposition. "I need payment, as per our agreement. But I'm sure you remember that."<br/><br/>A sadistic smirk flashed on the woman's face. "As Hell seems to be short one demoness, we could use with a reminder of the woman who is so graciously staying with you. I am sure you are aware of the convention taking place soon. Surely, you can find at least a few females cosplaying as Ms. Prier. I will not saddle you with an exact number; I may be strict, but I am fair. Bring as many of these women as you can to me after the convention. I shall visit you when I think your harvest is sufficient."<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed. "You know the consequence for failure, Mr. Thompson."<br/><br/>With that, the nude form flickered out, and the blue screen filled the monitor.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Mordecai Roberts was falling asleep in his hospital bed. The room became hazy around him. He could not focus on any one thing. Yet, he felt more lucid than any time during the day.<br/><br/>Though he could barely make out the rest of the room, a nurse stood as clear as day in the center of his vision. He had not seen her before. She was not even dressed in a normal nurse's uniform. It was like a Halloween costume, or something a stripper would wear.<br/><br/>"I can help you, Mr. Roberts." she said. "But I need your full consent on matters of payment. Do I have that?"