Eyes Of A Demon (King Dice x OC/reader)

Chap. 13

Grace felt herself blush and she quickly moved from Satan's  grasp, turning to glare at him, "im not sorry to say you won't be getting my soul. There's nothing you can offer me to get it." She said, folding her arms.
The devil chuckled darkly and moved closer to her, putting a claw under her chin and looking into her eyes. "We shall see my dear. We shall see.... what if I offer you something in exchange for your time?"
"My time?"
"Yes. If you spend time with me then I'll give you something you desire. Think of it like a sugar daddy exchange, except we won't do anything you don't want to..." He said, his voice a low growl as his red eyes traveled down her body.
She didn't like the way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, she didn't like anything about him... but the offer seemed harmless enough.
"What would you give me?" She asked warily.
"Money, gifts, my magic. Whatever your pretty little soul desires. I could fix your gether to no longer desire gambling. I could pay to have your home fixed up so it would be more comfortable, I could even fix your other eye."
She bit her lip and glanced off. That seemed like a good deal to make, and all she had to do was spend time with this brute? She would get to be out of the house... and she would be close to dice so that was nice as well.
"And all you want is for me to spend time with you? Doing what exactly?"
"Well as beautiful as you are you'd be my arm candy. You'd join me for meeting in hell, go to parties with the princes of hell with me and let me show you off."
She blinked in surprise again. Was she really that pretty? Pretty enough to be shown off like some prize by the devil himself?
"Well... I guess I could try..." She said uneasily. "As long as that's all I have to do."
The devil smiled, his sharp teeth glimmering in the light of the room. "Wonderful. I have a meeting in an hour. I'll have one of my employees get you properly dressed." He whistled and a tall thin woman in a roullet themed skirt with golden skin and hair came walking up.
"Yes boss?" She said, her accent was a heavy French one but she was easy enough to understand.
"Take my little friend here and get her into something sexy and business like." The Devil instructed.
The woman nodded, "Yes boss. Please follow me miss." She said, gesturing for grace to follow before turning and walking away.
Grace was more than happy to follow and get away from Satan for a while.
The woman lead her through some back hallways and into a dressing room.
"Please have a seat." She said pleasantly.
"Oh ok... Thank you miss...?"
"Piroetta. My name is Piroetta. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Grace." She said, moving to sit in the make up chair in front of a large make up vanity that was covered in beauty supplies.
Piroetta came over and started pulling her hair down from its braid. "Grace. What a pretty name. I saw you with dice before at the craps tables. Didn't i?"
She nodded, "Yes. He's a new friend of mine."
"Dice is good company. Can be a bit cold sometimes but usually he's very kind and a good boss. You've made a good friend in him." She said as she worked and that made grace smile softly, glad to know dice was good to his fellow employees.
"How long have you known him?" She asked, closing her eyes, relaxing as the nice woman worked on her hair, gently using a straightener to flatten her long strands.
"Almost 200 years but he's worked here for much longer."
Her eyes went wide and she quickly turned to look at Piroetta. "200 years?! As in two centuries? How old is he?!"
Piroetta looked at her, shocked by her sudden reaction before she laughed brightly, smiling widely. "Oh I forgot! Most people don't live this long! I'm sorry!" She said shaking her head, "I'm not quite sure but I know he's a lot older than anyone else here."
Grace slowly sank back into the chair. Dice was so young looking... how could he be over 200 years old? Did signing your soul over to the devil make that happen? So if she had agreed to that would she live forever? That didn't seem terribly appealing. She liked the idea of growing old, especially if she found someone to do that with.
She was pulled from her thoughts as Piroetta came to stand in front of her to work on her make up. "Now now. Don't make such faces darling. He's a young soul. Age for us doesn't really matter."
"So... I'm not like a child to you or dice?"
Piroetta chuckled, "no not at all. You're just younger. Now hold still. I've gotta put your face on quickly." She encouraged and Grace sighed before closing her eyes and trying not to think about the age gap too hard as she felt brushes spread creams and powders over her face.