Vaggie The Moth Babe

Chapter 24: Breakfast Shock

The next morning, the sun's rays filtered through the windows of the hotel as Charlie and Vaggie made their way downstairs for breakfast. They were still basking in the warmth of the previous night, their hearts light and spirits high as they held hands. The promise of a fresh day was exciting, and they were eager to enjoy a quiet morning together.

But as they entered the breakfast area, the scene before them instantly shattered their peace.

There, sprawled on the dining table like some kind of suggestive centerpiece, was Angel Dust—his long, furry body stretched out provocatively on his back. His usual pink fur glistened in the morning light, but it was the way he was splayed across the table, completely nonchalant, that made Vaggie stop in her tracks.

Lucifer, standing beside him, had his hands on Angel's body, fingers lazily tracing up and down the spider demon's chest and abdomen, as if he owned him. His expression was one of amused indulgence, his lips curved in that arrogant smirk he often wore. Angel, on the other hand, was giggling like a mischievous child, clearly enjoying the attention.

Vaggie was frozen in shock, her mouth hanging open as she tried to process the scene. She had seen Angel flirt with just about anyone, but this? This was on a whole new level of uncomfortable. Her fingers instinctively tightened around Charlie's, squeezing hard as if to ground herself in reality.

Charlie, however, was in a state of utter disbelief. Her eyes widened, her usually composed expression melting into pure horror as she took in the sight of her father—her father—engaged in a flirtatious display with Angel Dust, a notorious porn star. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined, and she was sure she was going to faint from the shock.

"Wha—what the hell is going on here?!" Charlie blurted out, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Lucifer looked up nonchalantly, his red eyes twinkling with mischief as if this were the most natural thing in the world. "Ah, good morning, my sweet princess," he drawled, his tone oozing confidence. "Angel here was just... keeping me entertained. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all." He winked at her, as if this somehow explained the absurd situation.

Angel Dust, still lying on the table with his legs playfully crossed, winked at Charlie. "Hey, princess! Gotta say, your dad really knows how to work those hands! Mmm, maybe you should've warned me—turns out "The Great Hellish Dick" lives up to the hype."

Charlie's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson as the words sank in. "Angel! I— I can't believe you're flirting with my father!" She covered her face with her hands, trying to process the mortifying reality she had just walked into.

Vaggie, regaining her composure, stepped forward and pointed a stern finger at Angel and Lucifer. "Okay, this—this needs to stop. Now! It's breakfast, for crying out loud!" Her voice had that sharp edge that meant she was done tolerating the insanity.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed. "Oh, Vaggie, don't be so uptight. We're all just having a little fun here, nothing more. Isn't that right, Angel?"

Angel let out a dramatic sigh, stretching out on the table even more. "Oh, absolutely, darling! You know I'm always down for a good time." He licked his lips suggestively, earning a satisfied chuckle from Lucifer.

Charlie, finally finding her voice again, stepped forward, her face still red with embarrassment but her tone firm. "Dad, seriously, this has to stop. You're... you're my father  for Satan's sake! And Angel is a... well, he's Angel!" She threw her hands up in frustration, unable to even find the right words.

Lucifer's smirk only widened. "Relax, my dear. It's all harmless fun. Besides, Angel here has been quite the delightful distraction. You should be proud of your friend's... talents."

Vaggie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as if that would somehow erase the entire scene from her memory. "I'm begging you both. For the sake of everyone's sanity, just—please, stop this madness!"

Angel finally slid off the table, landing gracefully on his feet with a wink in Vaggie's direction. "Alright, alright, calm down, Vaggie-kins. I wouldn't want to give anyone a heart attack." He grinned wickedly, dusting himself off and sauntering away from Lucifer with an exaggerated sway in his hips.

Lucifer, ever the showman, gave one last playful smirk before turning to Charlie. "Well, my dear, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go find some more... entertainment for the morning. Angel has been a wonderful warm-up."

Charlie let out a frustrated groan, running her hands through her hair as she watched her father casually stroll out of the room as if nothing unusual had happened. "I can't believe this..." she muttered, still trying to shake the image from her mind.

Vaggie placed a comforting hand on Charlie's shoulder. "I don't even know what to say. Your dad is... well, he's something else."

Charlie sighed deeply, leaning into Vaggie's touch. "Yeah... something is definitely one way to put it." She glanced over at the table where Angel had just been lying, and for the first time, she wished for a normal day—one that didn't involve her father and Angel engaging in utterly bizarre behavior.

"Let's just go eat breakfast somewhere else," Vaggie suggested, gently steering Charlie away from the scene.

"Yeah," Charlie agreed, nodding as they walked off together. "Anywhere but here."