The shimmering portal spat Belphegor out onto the plush, crimson carpet of the Smiler's Club. inside the club demons from the pride, wrath, gluttony, lust, envy and sloth all reside some working there as employees, some were tickled to kingdom come as a succubus was at the resection desk

Belphegor, a light purple, sheep-like demon with a melting black candle for a headdress, blinked her five eyes slowly. The three normal ones, with their horizontally slit pupils, took in the chaotic scene. The two smaller eyes above darted around, assessing. The single eye on her forehead remained perpetually unfocused, a blank purple void. Her elongated neck, adorned with another set of eyes – three black-scleraed, white-irised, and two purple blanks – swayed gently.

"A tickle room, please," she mumbled, her voice a soft, drowsy purr. The club's receptionist, a surprisingly cheerful succubus with iridescent wings, practically vibrated with enthusiasm. "Of course, Your Slothful Majesty! The VIP Sleepy Tickle Room is, naturally, all yours. Complimentary, as always."

The succubus led Belphegor down a corridor lined with plush, oversized pillows and feather boas. The air grew thicker with the scent of lavender and something subtly sinister, like burnt sugar and ozone. The VIP room itself was a haven of indolence. A massive waterbed, softer than any cloud, dominated the space. Silk sheets, piled high with pillows of varying sizes and textures, beckoned. A small, automated tickle-machine, shaped like a giant, fluffy kitten, purred in the corner.

Meanwhile, Smiler, in his crimson suit, surveyed his domain from a balcony overlooking the main area. His feather-like arms twitched, a slight tremor in his perpetual smile. The four arms, usually used for orchestrating elaborate tickle routines, were currently idle. He watched with shrewd amusement as Belphegor settled onto the waterbed, instantly sinking into its embrace.

From his perspective, Belphegor's arrival was a welcome distraction. The club, while successful, was becoming predictable. The other demons craved routine, even in their pursuit of chaotic tickling pleasures. Belphegor, however, was an enigma, a slothful force of nature utterly indifferent to the club's established norms.

Belphegor closed her eyes, the candle on her head flickering gently. The tickle-kitten began purring louder, its tiny paws extending and retracting, its fluffy body vibrating with a low hum. A faint, almost imperceptible tickle began on her neck. She sighed contentedly, a small, almost inaudible sound.

She drifted between sleep and wakefulness, the subtle tickling sensations weaving themselves into her dreams. She dreamt of endless fields of soft, purple wool, of fluffy clouds that tickled her nose and of melting candles that whispered secrets in her ear.

Hours later, Belphegor stirred, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The tickle-kitten had long since stopped, its battery depleted. She looked around the luxurious room, her five eyes blinking slowly. The blank purple eye on her forehead seemed to glow faintly for a moment, a fleeting pulse of something that looked almost like… amusement?

She floated out of the room, still half asleep, leaving behind a trail of drowsy contentment and the faint aroma of burnt sugar and lavender. Smiler, from his balcony, watched her go. He smiled, his usual expression, but this time, there was a hint of something new in his eyes – an anticipation for Belphegor’s next visit to the Smiler's Club. The slothful queen was a wildcard, a delightful anomaly in his otherwise perfectly-orchestrated chaos. He found himself, surprisingly, looking forward to the next game of ticklish, sleepy mayhem.

“Where you going~?” Smiler asked, wondering where the queen of Sloth was heading, “I'm still bored…..” said the queen of Sloth as she was still tired

Smiler onew what to do and acted fast “Belphegor my dear~ Allow me to help you~ hmhm” offered the Smiler, bowing to Belphegor, she smiled “vary well then~ show me what you got~” said Belphegor with a seductive smile

Smiler led Belphegor back into the room this time he stripped her naked, locking her feet in stocks tying her toes back, and restraining her arms above her head, this seemed to turn Belphegor on~ “ready my dear~?” Said smiler with a sadistic smile “ready~” replied Belphegor.

Smiler soon started tickling Belphegor without mercy on her feet, as some of his tentacles turned has followers morphed on and puffed some strange pollen onto her feet making them sensitive beyond her limit~ “EEEEEK BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHHOHOHOHOH YEHEHEHEHEHHEHES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE GIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIV MEHEHEHEHE MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!!” yelled Belphegor in fits of bliss and laughter “hmhm what ever you say my dear~” sais smiler as he continues to tickle Belphegor's hepless feet to madness.