Caressa looked back and forth between Mike and Maria several times, suddenly everything was moving faster than she had a chance to respond do - and it was heading down the completely wrong path. "Wha... What do you mean "purity"?" She asked finally, narrowing her eyebrows at the demon. She didn't understand what her own virtue had to do with the situation of granting a wish. Just then, as if suddenly getting the punch line of a cruel joke, she began to understand the demon's take on things - that she intended to use her own womanly endowments to wickedly latch on to the weakness of men and drag Mike over to her side. Her look of final comprehension flashed across her face like a lightning strike and she gave an incredulous stare at Mariastopheles, mouth agape at the shameless nerve she had displayed.<br/><br/>Somehow, the demon was able to move all too quickly into the act of disrobing the poor boy who had mistakenly summoned them, causing Caressa to launch into a series of stuttered syllables that meant nothing, even though they grew ever louder, the closer he became to being completely naked. "Awa.... ubu... WHA?!... NNNG...." Her eyes slammed shut at the sight of his genitalia. She held up a hand in his general direction and opened her eyes once again, one of her eyebrows throbbing in supreme annoyance. "No, NO,<strong>NO!</strong>" She nearly growled in the demon's direction, scrunching up her nose as the repeated word became louder. Cari grabbed one of the gray-haired lass's horns and started pulling her away from the now prone and very exposed male. "I don't think so!" She yelled, jabbing a hand downward sharply in obvious finality as she let Maria's horn go.<br/><br/>Her mind raced and beads of sweat appeared on her brow. It was becoming all too obvious that the demon would use every ounce of trickery she could to get the job done and, while finding him the perfect mate had little to do with the supernatural beings themselves in Cari's opinion, Maria seemed all too eager to throw herself into the deal - at least as a bonus prize of sorts. Caressa had to think quickly in order to find a way to quell back any arguments the demon might come up with. "Of course he shouldn't have to sleep on the floor in his own home..." She responded, calming down some but still kick starting her wit to see what other options there would be. "But you and I have nothing to do with where he sleeps ...<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">or how..</span>" she added that last part reluctantly and with a blush, looking down and to the side. As a Goddess, she found that she just couldn't directly force a mortal to go against his free will - though she could petition him to wear clothing, she would not force him to. She rolled her eyes and sighed at her own straight-laced nature. But that was neither here or there -<em>this</em>was about the behavior of the demonic and angelic forces at present.<br/><br/>"Mike is looking for a long term relationship with a<em>quality</em>girl - presumably human -<em>not</em>a night in bed with a frivolous and evil creature!" She panted to catch her breath after such a passionate statement. Eventually, she calmed enough to go on - but all the while she spoke she did not take one look in his direction. "Neither you nor I belong in his bed - it has nothing to do with the wish." She needed to finish her line of thought before Maria took the wheel once again and tried to twist the situation to her fancy, "But before you go off on how there's nowhere else to sleep, I'm sure you can take the time to think about the very fact of our nature..." With that, her sweet smile appeared again and she began to cast a spell. The dimensions of the room began to wobble and stretch, pulling out on all corners to an impossible amount, given it's size within the building. When she had finished, the room had doubled in size, but the effect could only be experienced from within - outside the building seemed as usual. In addition to the expansion, she had created a modest- sized bed to appear along the wall nearest to Mike's own. Hers was sparsely decorated in a tan fabric with blue flowers and a white, eyehole lace dust ruffle. She flopped upon it - the act nearly causing her breasts to pop loose of the bustier that was their confinement - and sat with a giggle. Cari then threw a glance Mike's way, only to become red in the face as she was reminded of just how nude he was and jerk her head back to give the demon as pleasant a look as she could after having been nearly nauseated over the thought of everything.  "... I figured you'd want to decide how you'd like your own... accommodations to appear.." she said weakly.