Ero Legacy Round 2: A Late-Night Lab Visit

Grastia sat up in her bed, awake and angry, her hair heavy with sweat. It couldn't be said that the heat woke her up, because that would imply she'd gotten to sleep at all. Stumbling out of bed, she nearly tripped over the sheets that got thrown to the floor amidst her earlier tossing and turning. Bundling up the sheets, she throws them back onto her bed before making her way down the stairs of the tower. "nnngh- ... fucking.... ought to be a law...." she grumbled, wandering through corridors and turning off every automatically-lighting lamp she passes with a wave of her hand. Clad only in the black lace of her underwear and the layer of sweat from the summer heat, an outsider might mistake her for one of the low-level working girls. Fortunately, there were no customers around to make a pass at her.

What used to be a dark and grim palace, raised just outside the capital from a chasm in the earth, was now a modern high-rise. Cobblestone floors were carpeted or redone in polished hard wood, smoky torches and glowing chunks of crystal were now fashionable wall sconces (though the glowing crystals did get put to use in the lobby chandelier). Demon King Grastia's forsaken fortress, once an icon of demonic oppression, now an icon of comfort, class and accomodation. Perhaps she was losing sight of her goals, but Grastia had to admit, these modern tastes were growing on her.

Taking the elevator down to the furthest basement, Grastia breathed a sigh of relief when the cool air of the lab hit her. Finally, somewhere she could get some shuteye... and maybe a shower too. At the entrance desk, behind a pane of glass, sat a werewolf girl working on a crossword, the labcoat that would be covering her workout clothes instead hanging off the back of her chair. Not the most professional look, but then again, she was graveyard shift, so Grastia decided it was more trouble than it was worth. The girl's fluffy tail wagged in anticipation as she saw the tall blonde approach. "Oh- good evening~! Here for a remodeling? Lemme get the catalogues and warm up the Forge. Want this month's Scales Monthly? Lamias are getting popular with the stories of those traders past the Nubei mountains. Or are you here for a boob job like that secretary that was going out to the Catspaw?"
The Nubei mountains in the east... The secretary mentioned something about that. And come to think of it, why didn't Grastia see her on her way out of the top floor bedrooms? Whatever... She hoped at least that the secretary was getting worse sleep than she was.
"Wait, lamia traders? Damnit, she didn't tell me they were lamias! I had the market cornered on lamias!" Grastia fumed, gritting her teeth. "Tch- whatever.... Actually no though, just find me a gel or two." she demanded.
The wolf-girl brushed a bit of brown hair out of her eyes and gave a confused look, wondering why anyone outside of R&D would want dumb, blobby gels. "Uhhh sure just a tic. Just put your name in the book here and I'll see what I can do." The lab assistant hurried off, seemingly oblivious to the identity of who she was just talking to. Grastia put her fingernail to the paper and scorched it with a spark of magic fire, leaving only a gigantic capital G across the full breadth of the page, ensuring the spacey canine wouldn't make that mistake again.

Soon, the sound of running sneakers was replaced by the sound of clicking high heels, and an imposing-looking demon with a scorpion tail and an eerie smile showed herself. "Lady Grastia, it's been a while since you came down this way. You must've seen our letter."
"Yeah, that..." Grastia commented, vaguely recalling an R&D report from a few weeks ago. "It's four in the morning, Verul, do you ever sleep?"
"Huh? Not particularly, no." the scorpion answered with casual bluntness.
Archdevil Verul, chief of R&D showed the overheated CEO further into the lab, chattering about the various results of her research as Grastia followed along, barely paying attention.
"We've had a lot of success so far with the gels, and if everything goes well, it'll keep their population well under control. As you can see here-" Verul gestured to a workstation where a goblin was encased head to toe in a shiny black suit, save for her mouth, which was stuffed with a gag. "-we've begun rendering gels into new materials. Synthetic rubber as you see here, primarily. I've already started working it into our costume lines, and we think it has potential for human contraceptive use as well, if we can make it thinner. I expect to have some products lined up for general consumption by the end of summer."
Grastia nodded along as the explanation continued, not taking in much at the moment.

Finally, the two came to a workstation penned in by a low fence. Clear blue amorphous gels were everywhere, crawling about, soaking up condensation from expose pipework, merging with each other or budding off... But one was different. "Look! This one has a gem in it! And testing suggests it's real too! Once we've figured out how to reliably make more with gems, we can send them off to the Forge for-"
Before Verul knew it, her boss was laying down in the slimy blue substance, a sigh of relief escaping tired lips. She didn't care that she was sleeping in the greatest scientific discovery in likely her empire's entire history. It was cold, it was soft, and it made a fantastic bed.

The assistant caught up to the two, finding Grastia passed out in the latest experiment, its cool, slippery surface partially engulfing her. Verul looked displeased. "Nnn.... Should have known I was being ignored. If she cared, she would've come to see this weeks ago." she muttered, her stinger tail twitching in agitation.
"Woooww, so that's boss lady, huh? She never comes down here!" the wolfgirl commented, her own tail wagging as she looked down in curiosity. "Cute undies. Bet those cost more than what I make in a month."
"Yes well, since it doesn't seem like she'll be leaving tonight, please keep an eye on her... and call me if the gels do anything unusual."
As Verul turned away, she heard the faint shuffling of clothes. Her assistant was shuffling out of her workout shorts, massaging a fuzzy sheath and trying to coax her shaft to firmness, staring down at her soundly sleeping superior.
"Pau, what did I tell you...?"
"You told me not to use the 'test subjects' to whack off...." Pau replied with a daring, cheeky smile, firm cock in hand. Verul scowled at first, but then her face became contemplative. The CEO did brush her off just to take a nap in her lab after all.
".... I didn't see anything. If you get caught, I can't bail you out of what happens next."