[Scene opens up to a sunlit exterior of Stola's mansion. A sigh of contentment is heard. Blitzo is shown lighting a cigarette on Stola's bed and folds his arms behind his head. Liam is on the other side of the bed putting his glasses back on.]
Stola: *arms tied up* I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon.
[Stola is shown wearing a ball gag and harness, her hands tied to the headboard with rope.]
Blitzo: When this happens, it's not really something we fuss about...
Liam: I don't mind.
[He uses the cigar to burn the rope, freeing Stola, who takes Blitzo's cigar from him and takes a long drag of it.]
Blitzo: But, do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? We have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll.
Stola: As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself.
[Stola puts out the cigarette in one of Blitzo's horns and pinches his cheek before Blitzo shoves her away.]
Stola: The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals.
[Blitzo pulls a feather out of his mouth in disgust.]
Blitzo: Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks.
Stola: *sits up* Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all...
[Stola pulls the covers over her head and her head appears near Blitzo's crotch.]
Stola: ...special access~ *chuckles*
Blitzo: Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly.
[Stola stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful owl head tilt.]
Stola: I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year.
Liam: I'm in.
Blitzo: Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway.
Stola: (baby-talk voice) Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait...
Blitzo: *waves a dismissive hand* Oh, fuck our clients!
Phenex: (yelling)
[Moxxie and Millie's apartment is revealed under a Robo Fizz sign. Moxxie and Millie are asleep in their bed. Moxxie's phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone is heard. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone rings again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.]
Moxxie: What do you want, sir?
Blitzo: Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?
[Millie sits up in excitement.]
Millie: The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!
Moxxie: *sighs* Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?
