Peter stepped into the alley outside of the club, the pounding music growing muffled as the heavy door closed behind him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the sweat on his brow cool, his clothes adhering closely to his skin. The fresh air helped clear his head, the thick scent of sweat and booze and other fluids within the club dissipating.
"Oh dear! Looks like some poor soul has been in a place of temptation, Violette."
"How very naughty, Rouge. Who knows what sort of sinning he was up to?"
Peter turned towards the voices with annoyance, which turned to shock as he actually saw the speakers under the flickering light above the door. Their uniforms were familiar with the starched white shirts and black skirts of Jehovah's Witnesses, but the figures they were wrapped around were anything but. Buxom, curvy, the two beauties leaned against each other, their eyes softly glowing, their blonde hair tumbling over shoulders as they eyed him. But what was more shocking was their horns and spaded, winding tails. Their shirts were loosened, revealing the valley of firm red and purple breasts. Their ties were attached to black collars, and their soft, pouty lips were lifted in a pair of smiles.
"E-excuse me?" Peter said.
The pair giggled, drawing near, their heels clicking on the cement. "We were just noticing you'd come out of the club!" the red one -- Rouge, he imagined -- said.
"Such an unfortunate thing," Violette added with a flutter of her dark lashes.
"Oh yes! Giving in to temptation and sin like that. You could only be someone who hasn't heard the word."
"W-word?" Peter said, retreating a step, his back banging against the door of the club.
"The word," Violette said.
"The word of freedom."
"Of bliss."
"The word to attain heaven on earth."
"Word of... god?" Peter hazarded.
The pair giggled. "Of course not, silly!" Rouge said, playfully pushing his chest, the warmth of her hand tingling.
"God did you humans such a disservice with temptation," Violette sighed, crossing her arms under her impressive breasts.
"Oh yes!" Rouge agreed. "Temptation is so wrong. It always leads to very bad decisions."
"Bad decisions?" Peter said.
"Yes!" Rouge gushed. "Which was no doubt why you were in there. Drinking and whoring and getting your vice on. Very poor decisions."
"Oh absolutely! We have much better vices you can try," Violette said.
"Huh? But... I mean... Wait," Peter said. "Are you... for sin?"
"Absolutely! Sin is delightful," Rouge said.
"Grand!" Violette added.
"But absolutely not for humans!"
Peter's eyes flicked back and forth. They were crowding him with their bodies. Their breasts straining their prim jackets. Their scents carrying over the warm air. Roses and blueberry mingled with something else. Something that made his pants tighten against his swelling cock. "I uh..."
"Sinning is so wrong. Why, it could damn your soul!" Violette said.
"Isn't that what you want?" Peter said in a desperate bid to explain something of the situation. "I mean, um, no offence, but aren't demons... you know..."
"Oh no! Demons hate to see humans damn themselves. Isn't that right, Rouge?"
"Absolutely, Violette! Especially since they're so bad at it. Murdering and robbing and fucking. Such petty sins! Did you know? Nine out of ten souls have sinned only just enough to damn themselves. And that's terrible!"
"Absolutely," Violette said, nodding sagely, her big breasts bouncing in her tight shirt. "After all, if you're going to hell anyway, you may as well really get into it."
"Just relish it."
"Bask in it."
"Soak in depravity!"
"After all, humans just can't help themselves!" Rouge said. "They just need to fill that hole in their hearts with vices. Have to make themselves happy. Which is where we come in."
"Exactly!" Violette chimed, beaming up at him. "We come in to help guide poor souls who have already besmirched their souls from that road of sin. From fucking some depressed slut with daddy issues when he could be fucking two demonic sluts born for fucking! We gotta get poor humans onto the right path. The path of the word."
"The path of absolute sin."
"Uhhhhh..." Peter said. He thought the club had been hot, but being in the company of the two beauties was making his shirt stick to him with sweat. His heart was pounding. Blood racing. Nose stuffed with their scents and musk as they filled his view with soft lips, shining eyes, and perfect, firm breasts. "I um... I don't know..."
"Of course! You need convincing," Violette said.
"Converting," Rouge added.
"And you're in luck! Because we're very good at that. Once we show you what real sinning is like, you'll never want to go back to petty, human depravities."
"Absolutely! And if you don't like it, you can leave at any time. No charge! And no change to the state of your soul."
