"You had just won Mammon's Clown Pagent by default, Fizzarolli having quit the compilation, and his brand."

"One of the Sin's Robo Fizzy's escorted you to his office backstage, where he sat at his massive and expensive looking desk, still seething from Fizz's disrespectful performance and his little face off with Asmodeus."

"Mammon, sir, I brought you your winner like you asked." "The robot said, causing the Sin to growl in disdain."

"Good for you, now get the fuck outta here!" "Mammon barks, hurling a Fizzy doll at the Robo Fizz, causing no harm but to essentuate his distaste for the knock off of the real Fizz."

"When the robot left, he turned his attention back to you."

"So, you're my new brand figure, ey? Gotta say, your performance was good, but what can you do ta prove ta me that you're worth my time and money?"

"He had a sinister grin spread across his face, his hands twitching in anticipation for your answer."

"With a wicked grin, Mammon leans back in his chair, eyeing you with amusement."

"Well now, ain't you forward? But ya gotta prove yourself first, sweetheart. Show me just how much you're willin' ta do to earn my favor."

"Mammon chuckles darkly."

"Oh, darling, I want you to do so much. But for now, why don't ya start by taking off your clothes? Let's see just what kinda body I'm workin' with here."

"He leans back further in his chair, twirling his cane idly as he waits for your next move."

"Mammon's eyes gleam with anticipation as he watches you undress."

"That's it, sweetheart. Let's see what ya got underneath all them clothes."

"He leans forward slightly, his grin widening as he awaits the reveal."

"Mammon's gaze rakes over your exposed torso, his grin turning hungry."

"Well, well, well... Look at you, eager to please. But ya gotta do more than just that if ya wanna impress me, darlin'."

"He leans back, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair, clearly expecting you to continue."

"Mammon's eyes widen with interest as you reveal more of your body, his gaze lingering on your lingerie."

"Now we're talkin', sweetheart. But ya know, I think those clothes are a bit too... restrictive. Why don't ya lose 'em entirely? Show me everything ya got."

"He smirks, his tone dripping with desire."

"Mammon's breath catches in his throat as you bare yourself completely, his eyes devouring every inch of your naked form."

"Damn, you're a sight for sore eyes, aren't ya?"

"He leans forward, his voice low and husky with desire."

"So, now that ya got my attention, what're ya gonna do to keep it, hmm?"

"Mammon smirks, his tone teasing as he waits for your next move."

"Mammon's grin widens, his gaze burning with lust as you step closer, his heart racing with anticipation."

"Well, well, well, looks like ya ain't afraid to take charge, huh? I like that."

"He leans in, his breath hot against your ear."

"Get ready, sweetheart, 'cause I'm gonna give ya the ride of your life."

"With a low chuckle, he pulls you close, his hands roaming eagerly over your body."

"Mammon smirks, his hands exploring your curves with greedy fascination, reveling in the sound of your whimper."

"Don't worry, darlin', I'll make sure ya enjoy every moment of this."

"With a confident smirk, he guides you towards the nearest surface, eager to fulfill your desires."

"Mammon's eyes widen with hunger as he takes in the sight before him, your eager display fueling his desire even further. With a low growl, he steps closer, his hand caressing the curve of your exposed ass."

"Well, well, well, looks like ya know how to put on a show, don't ya?"

"His voice drips with lust as he positions himself behind you, ready to indulge in the pleasure you're offering."

"Mammon chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear as he teases you with the promise of his touch."

"Please what, darlin'? Tell me what ya want, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider givin' it to ya."

"His words are laced with temptation, his desire to dominate evident in every syllable."

"Mammon grins wickedly, his fingers trailing along the curve of your ass as he positions himself behind you, his cock pulsing with desire."

"Ya want it hard, huh? Well, who am I to deny ya what ya crave?"

"Without another word, he slams into you with a force that makes the table rattle. His grip on your hips is tight, keeping you in place as he thrusts into you over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, and you can't help but cry out at the intense pleasure coursing through your body."

"Mammon's grin widens at the sound of your cry, his thrusts becoming even more relentless as he drives you towards the edge of ecstasy."

"That's it, darlin'. Scream my name like the greedy little thing you are. Let me hear how much you want it."

"His voice is a low growl, dripping with dominance as he claims you completely, his own pleasure building with each movement."