Demon who is going to need all of today, and probably most of tomorrow, to explain to you exactly how hard you fucked up.
"Mawgull?" Ruul says, shyly toeing the floor in front of Mawgull's desk, eyes on the floor.
Mawgull — in a blouse-and-suspenders combo whose undone top button caused literal swoons this morning, and the reading glasses that have brought her watercooler thirst mob to actual fisticuffs — looks over the top of a folder she's looking through, fountain pen dangling nonchalantly between her fingers. "What do you need me to make time for, Ruul?" she says kindly.
"Eheehee." Ruul bites her lip and moves the toe that's poking at the carpet to rubbing up and down the back of her other leg. "Um, we've got a summoning failure down in Suite 16B."
Mawgull closes the file. "A summoning failure?" she says, turning her undivided attention on Ruul, who blushes progressively harder. "What kind of failure?"
"Oh, we don't see this one too often!" Ruul says enthusiastically. "Inverted transposition."
"I don't recall seeing that in the training materials," Mawgull murmurs. "Could I trouble you for a learning opportunity?"
"Yes, Miss! — uh. I — M-Mawgull." Ruul waves her arm in the direction of the stairs, cringing. "I, uh, we'll probably need your authorisation on solutions anyway, so I thought I'd bring you down and brief you—"
"I appreciate your proactive attitude," Mawgull says, warm and smooth and caressing.
Ruul whimpers, just a tiny bit.
"What is all this?" Mawgull says curiously, looking at the smeary, curlicued ash stains all over the floor of 16B.
"Oh, you wouldn't immediately recognise it, if you haven't done Lust frontline," Ruul says cheerily. "We see a lot of summoning circles from the inside perspective — and that's what one looks like inside-out."
"Inverted—" Mawgull stops. "Someone reverse-summoned themself into here?"
Ruul nods enthusiastically.
"Where are they?"
"Oh, we had a holding room — well, a cupboard — in the old office, but since it doesn't happen very often and these are interim premises...." Ruul coughs behind her hand. "We took them downstairs to Slow Realisations and told them to sit in a chair on the end of The Queue."
"Interdepartmental synergy," Mawgull says, with warm approval that nearly makes Ruul's knees give way. "Have you considered management training, Ruul? I think you have great potential."
"Thankyou," Ruul squeaks, thighs pressed desperately together, and Mawgull gives her a slow, burnished, knowing smile.
"I think," she says, and checks her watch, "I'll take my lunch break now. Have you eaten, Ruul?"
Only a flustered noise comes out of the succubus.
"We'll get lunch," Mawgull says. "Then, afterwards, you can walk me through the options for handling this." Her shifting smile reveals a gleam of fang that makes Ruul tremble. "The Queue is an excellent place for them, until you've appraised me of the options, and then you can show me your client handling style when we explain their situation to them. At torturous, exhaustive length."
"YesMiss," Ruul says in an unaccustomed octave, and desperately tries to cough her voice back to normal.
