"Great," you say. You pick Felicia up off of the chair and carry her over to the bed. Bending her over the side of the bed, you reach down and begin to run a finger up her warm, wet folds, fingering her from behind as she mews, her tail swishing back and forth. "By the way, we should talk to Jehanne and Carmine. It might be good to have them along with us.
Alicia pauses in the middle of drawing her circle to give you a quizzical look. "So. . . you're thinking of taking a paladin to hell. . . ?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?" you ask.
"Well. . . let me think. Have you ever seen what happens to a piece of sugar when you drop it on an anthill? That's what demons tend to do when paladins show up in hell."
"I still think it would be good to have her there with us," you say, as you pull down your pants and start rubbing the tip of your cock against Felicia's pink, parting folds.
"Suit yourself," Alicia says. "You're the boss, after all."
"How about Carmine?"
"She might not be a bad choice, but if it's supposed to be a mission of subtlety, fast in fast, out, do you really think that she's going to be a good choice?"
"I guess maybe you've got a point," you admit, as you reach around Felicia and pinch her nipples, tweaking them expertly. You've had some practice of late.