Lindsay picked up my hair and gasped. “You really do need a re-dye. Don’t worry. I’ve got everything all ready to go!”
A moment later, Siena poked her head in the doorframe from the hallway. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company, kitten.”
Lindsay squealed again and finally separated from me to hug Siena. “I didn’t know you were coming!”
Siena and Lindsay got along very naturally, which made sense. Siena was a much older sex demon, not that her age had any impact on her appearance. Her skin was red like a fire truck, a sharp contrast to her long, luscious, black hair. Out of her temples poked two horns that seemed to glow with white light at the curled tips. Her figure was just as alluring as my best friend’s, but unlike Lindsay, her features were exaggerated by her piercings. She had gold hoops hanging from the pointed tips of her ears and the septum of her nose, as well as two gold studs on either side of her bottom lip. Her jewelry matched her clothes: two strips of gold fabric, one that hung across her chest just barely hiding her nipples, and one that hung over her crotch.
“I figured bringing her would make up for the fact that I won’t let you put me in a dress,” I smirked.
Lindsay scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue. “Well, it does! For now.”
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Siena grinned.
“We’re going to fix Myrcy’s faded hair, look hot, and then I want to go out, get drunk, and dance with my best friend.” Lindsay began swaying like there was music and grabbed my hand, spinning me around. “And whoever else happens to catch my eye.”
“I like that plan,” the red-skinned sex demon purred. I laughed and headed for the bathroom where she’d already set up a semi-professional hair dye station. Our apartment was almost all wood floors except for the bathroom which had off-white tile floors. I was never sure if they were meant to be off-white or if there was just that much discoloration. It was better than the tiles in the shower, at least, which were tinted yellow, and I knew that wasn’t intentional. The light in the bathroom was bright, almost way too bright, which made me laugh. I hadn’t been around to buy lightbulbs, so Lindsay must have bought some stronger ones. It made the light color of the bathroom look even more sickly in comparison to the dark navy blue shower curtain and towels, almost like one of those gross filters they put over semi-paranormal-suspenseful thrillers in the 2000s.
The rest of our apartment wasn’t much to speak of. We had a small kitchen that just barely had all the necessary appliances, most of which we’d saved up for and bought ourselves, and a counter we used as a dining table. From the counter, we could see the tv in the living room, which made mornings together just a little louder. Of course, we both liked the background noise. We used to drink coffee and watch the news at breakfast until Lindsay said that made her too depressed, so we’d switched to morning cartoons instead. I never thought at twenty-three I’d watch so much SpongeBob SquarePants, but my best friend found it relaxing, so I put up with it.
Our rooms were small. With my dresser, nightstand, bed, and chair, there was barely any room to move around, but I made it work. It was cozy enough. It was a little awkward coming back to such a small room after living in other worldly mansions and castles as a Queen, but given that I’d lived in shitholes most of my life, there was still a level of comfort to it.
I sat down in the chair in front of the sink, and Lindsay and Siena crowded into the small bathroom that was certainly not meant to hold extra furniture and more than one person at a time. Everyone chatted while Lindsay washed and coated my hair with purple dye. Siena, who had never done something so trivial when she could change her appearance with a glamour, was ecstatic to watch and participate in this very human ritual.
Once they’d covered my hair in the dye and put a cap on to contain my long hair while it absorbed the color, we filed out of the bathroom, and I wandered into my small bedroom, which was also quickly taken over by the succubus duo.
“Okay, so what am I wearing this time?” I mused, opening my closet.
“Well,” Lindsay hummed as she followed me, dragging Siena along with her. “I know how much you liked the last outfit I picked out for you even though you never got to wear it, so I’ve been going through your clothes all week to find something perfect! I was thinking about this!” She pulled a hanger out of my closet that had a loose black metallic crop top dripping from it. The shirt was practically a ‘v’ the way it was slit down the middle. “And I thought you could wear your jeans… with…” she trailed off as I stared at her with a dumbfounded expression. Finally, she rolled her eyes. “Fine! I knew that one was a long shot.”
“If she doesn’t wear that, I will,” Siena grinned, taking it off the hanger and holding it against her chest.
“Go for it. It’ll look ten times better on you than it ever would on me,” I laughed.
Lindsay pouted. “Fine. Oh! Hold on!” She rushed out of the small space, and I heard her on the other side of my wall in her own room. Sharing a wall with my best friend was fun and led to lots of late-night shouting and giggling, but it was a nightmare on the nights she had male company. The girl was a screamer. I heard her banging around in her closet and cringed. It was
