Don't demons ever bathe?

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~Lilah stumbles and nearly falls as she frets her way through the Dickensian city of Level 8. She's still a little sore from her (ahem) efforts to get away from the demon overseers, and the headache doesn't seem to be getting any better. She figures it must be the stench; it seems to follow her everywhere she goes. It's been a long time since she was this filthy, and it irks her that she can't seem to find anybody to accost and swap clothes. She longs for a good hot soak in a deep, foamy bathtub, a manicure, and... well...clothes from the 21st century.

Still, she thinks, things could be worse. She has gotten away from that sweatshop. She fully intends to take the matter of working conditions in that hellhole up with the Firm, as soon as she figures out where to file the paperwork.~

And you'd better believe I'm appealing this. What about that perpetuity clause? YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I'M LILAH MORGAN!

~She grimaces as her head pounds in tandem with her shouting. Hell, she remembers from her days in the office, is run by a city called Dis, somewhere in between levels 1 and 9. If she's going to find a municipal building, it will be in Dis. She sets her jaw and limps forward once more, muttering to herself~

What I wouldn't give for a shower. Or a hapless victim with great clothes. And shoes. I would KILL for some great shoes.

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*Lilah turns back to include the boys.* Well, suit yourself, sister, but me and my boys are headed to Dis...

*She looks dubiously at them, trying to decide if they're as insane as they (Barty) appear(s).*

You can come along if you want, sweetie. I'm sure the boys won't mind.

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As I said, I can accompany you to the edge of the sixth level, I have been this way before. I will not go into the city of Dis with you however. I have never met anyone who actually wanted to. You will certainly be warmer, *she says eyeing Barty's frostbitten skin and Lilah's thin shift.* But I warn you there is no one in the city who is not in an ill temper and the punishment for those who are caught is never mild.

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Sounds like LA. Making me homesick, actually. Look, Prettygirl, you can come or not, me, the Frost King, and Mr. Drippy are headed to...

*She turns with a yelp as she hears the sound of a shrill whistle, the sort uttered by a demon bobby searching for deadbeat delinquents.*

Oh, shit, *she mutters. Time for some quick action, she thinks.