MGC Daki Service greentext (demon)

>Have trouble sleeping at night.
>Sign up for the MGC Daki service.
>As a customer, not employee.
>They have a roster of men and monsters they send out to customers to be used as Dakis.
>Strict no sex rule but it's still basically a glorified dating service.
>The monsters are mostly weresheep and dormice and things of that nature.
>Doorbell rings at 10:30, you go answer it.
>It's a demon. Blue skin, slitted eyes glowing yellow, evil looking black horns.
>She's wearing some kind of skin-tight leather catsuit that shows off an absurdly hourglass-shaped figure.
>She's tall as well; with her high heels she's almost as tall as you.
>Her cold glare freezes you in place when you open the door. This can't possibly be the girl you're waiting for.
>"Are you Anon?" Her voice is emotionless and commanding.
>You say that you are.
>She nods and marches into your home.
>"I'm Verina. I'm from the Daki service. Are you ready for bed? I don't mind waiting a bit if you need some time."
>You immensely regret signing up. You're feeling awkward and a little afraid but you don't want to make this any worse so you decide to go along with it for now.
>You say you're ready and quickly show her around the house.
>In short order you are lying in bed with only the dim light of your bedside lamp to see by and Verina is in your bathroom 'preparing'.
>She comes out a few minutes later wearing a modest white linen nighty with a flower print.
>She's carrying one of those special pillows meant to accommodate horns. It's shaped like a cartoon sheep and kind of looks like a teddy bear.
>She places it next to you and silently slips under the covers, turning the light off on the way in.
>She laid down facing you; you can see her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

>After a few moments of silence she inches closer and nudges you.
>Taking the hint, you roll onto your side and hesitantly wrap your arms around her, holding her like you would a daki and silently freaking the fuck out.
>She calmly snuggles into you, wrapping her spade tail around one of your legs and resting her face lightly against yours.
>She's out like a light within seconds.
>You wake up in the morning in the exact same position, with her staring at your face.
>You lock eyes with her and - not knowing what to do - end up stuck like that.
>You spend fifteen minutes staring at each other with her tail drawing lazy circles on the top of your foot.
>After which she wordlessly gets up and leaves the room.
>You find her in the kitchen, still in her pajamas, making pancakes.
>After the two of you have breakfast together she changes back into her normal clothes, gives you a cool but polite goodbye, then leaves.
>She left her pillow on your bed though.
>All you can think is 'what the actual fuck just happened?'