Speak of the Devil

I'd sell my soul for at least one of these dates to end well...
I'd sell my soul for a little passion and tenderness...
Ugh, I'd sell my soul for just one good lay...

Evelyn Parker
I might be a little reckless with my words (and sexually frustrated), but I'm generally a good person. I just didn't realize that making crass jokes about my soul was enough for The Devil to send a representative to check on me. While we figure out what's behind my words, the surprisingly hot demon presents a tempting offer: Clean up my language in exchange for one free night of passion (and dating advice). Sounds like a bargain to me!

Ba'al
This alluring forty-three-year-old divorcée is what my Boss and I would call "a good girl." She gives to charity, volunteers, and hosts awful open-mic nights at her coffee shop. Blech. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we know that Evelyn Parker is not destined for our realm. She simply needs an intervention—of sorts. The warning is simple: Don't speak of the Devil, for He doth come. Or, you know, He'll send me to come ;)