The Ritual was over and the ghouls started dispersing into their respective rooms. Well, most of them. Swiss was on his way to his when Dewdrop caught up to him.

“Are you fucking braindead?” Dewdrop snapped, grabbing Swiss by his collar. “You can't just pull someone on stage and force her into our stage act!” Dewdrop had to angle his head up to look Swiss in the eyes, his own narrowed in anger.

“Calm down, Dew, she liked it.” Swiss chuckled, not minding the smaller ghoul's tight grip. “Have you seen her eyes? You could see from the next venue over that she has the hots for us.”

Dewdrop huffed at Swiss' words. “You're so fucking delusional! You can't just pull this shit without talking about it beforehand!” His breath hitched when Swiss gripped his throat tight and pressed him against the wall, cutting off air and forcibly shutting him up. Fuck, he already got hard.

“Hold your tongue, Dewdrop,” Swiss purred sweetly, mocking him. “I don't care what you think. You're just a little toy, existing for my entertainment and for me to fuck.” His free hand moved towards Dewdrop's hard cock, squeezing it through his pants. “My little fuck toy. And my little fuck toy will behave when she storms around the corner in a few seconds.”

Dewdrops eyes widened, pupils blown wide in arousal. “I understand.” Secretly he wished that Swiss was right. That she really had the hots for them. A threesome would be perfect.

Swiss turned his head and grinned when she finally stood in front of them. He didn't loosen his hand around Dewdrops throat, neither did he stop groping his cock.

“My, who do we have here? I wonder what you want to talk about?” Swiss asked innocently. “Why don't you join us? Little Dewdrop here is already so pliant, we both could use him.”

"Or..." Swiss grinned, showing off his sharp teeth, "we could make him watch. Imagine it, me fucking you, making you cum on my tongue, fingers, and cock while poor little Dew is only allowed to watch."