Chapter 0 - Starting Off...

    There were four women in seats. Aside from the obvious sights of Illysian and Terry, there were two other females. One of them wore what appeared to be a slightly stained summer dress, while the other had on a uniform of seemingly unknown origin. As it were, they were all sitting on a bench, located inside of a non-descript building. A third familiar woman was pacing among them, looking disappointed.
    "Now let me get this straight, officer..." Naley started. "You came here to check up on my customs office. Yes?"
    "To prevent any illegal activities from coming to fruition, ma'am." the uniformed woman spoke.
    "And when you visited, you saw the secretary... raping someone?" A confused look accented her face as she asked.
    "Yes. It started off as standard protocol. Right up until I barged in on that... that VILE secretary... having her way with an innocent civilian!"
    "I see..." Naley then walked towards Illysian, staring her down. "Illysian, tell me. Did she give her consent on this?"
    "Not just that, Naley. But-" Illysian started.
    "Proper names."
    "Oh, sorry.... Ahem. Not just that, Miss McHartigan. But she was the one that started it. I mean, look at her!" The blonde gestured to the woman in question, whose bronze arms clutched the demoness's body in a snuggling manner.
    "Are you sure you didn't threaten her? Or bribe her?" the officer spoke up.
    "Calm down, officer." Naley ordered. "I still don't know the full story yet."
    "Oh yeah..." Terry stated, seemingly out of the blue. "Say, Naley... How about you do that thing where you get everyone's personal accounts of this incident? Maybe you'll get your story then."
    "... Terry, that may be the smartest idea I've ever received from you." Clearing her throat, Naley continued. "So. I'll bring each one of you into Terry's office, as to get your sides of the story. A little one-on-one, so to speak."
    "... fine, ma'am." the officer grumbled. "We'll do that."
    "Heard that, officer. You're gonna go last now."
    "Fuck."
    "Anyways... I believe I've an order established in my head. Going last is Miss 'Grumbles-About-Not-Upholding-The-Law' here..."
    "Call me Sherry or I'll turn you in."
    "... okay. Sherry's last. Before her is Illysian, then Terry." A smirk danced across her lips. "That leaves the quote-unquote 'victim' to start this off. Care to tell me your name?"
    "... um... m-my name's Laelyan."
    "Ah. Think that's a little elven... might clue me in. Now... come along, Laelyan."
    Slowly, the dark-skinned female released her hold, standing up quickly. Naley then gestured a hand towards a door- one that had a plaque, saying 'Terry Astra: Head of International Affairs'. Laelyan scurried inside, followed by Naley. The door was promptly shut.
    "Take a seat, Laelyan." She said. The elven woman followed the order, taking the chair in front of the desk. Naley sat behind the desk, with arms softly brushing aside papers. Reaching into a drawer, the blonde demon withdrew a pad of papers and a pen.
    "You... you're going to record this... right?" Laelyan squeaked, trembling slightly.
    "Just the gist of it." Naley replied, looking at her. "No need to be afraid. You're not in trouble."
    "I know that... but..." She sighed. "This place just makes me nervous..."
    "Ah. Any way I could help make it more comfortable?"
    "... y-your... your clothes."
    "Wait. I think I know where you're headed." Naley let out a mild chuckle. "Before I go on, where's your homeland?"
    "The outer forest grove."
    "Part of the... hmm... the... Quifertis clan?"
    "Yes! Wait... h-how do you-"
    "Learned about how your clan tends to be, what with keeping in the buff at all times. And... let's just say I'm quite adverse in how you folk promote fertility."
    "Ah..." Laelyan chuckled nervously. "Y-Yeah... that."
    "But yes. I understand." With that, Naley shed her clothes. Laelyan's ears perked up, eying a particular marking on Naley's thigh.
    "I... I see you have the mark of the pleasure breeders."
    "Ah yes. That. We'll save that for later. Right now, though..." The blonde leaned forward, breasts resting comfortably in front of the pad. "Let's hear your side of this whole story. I'm getting the hunch that Officer Sherry had a case of being here at the wrong time."
    "Right. Well... I suppose I can tell you..."
    