Want to Play a Game?

Betlia stewed in her anger at the mistress, plotting revenge for the mad woman’s cruel treatment. Finally an idea came to her and her bright blue eyes lit on the imp who bounced inanely from one foot to another, doing flips and flopping his ears as a means of entertaining himself.
 
“Volmat, want to play a game of hide and seek?” she purred.

The imp perked up and bounced excitedly, “Sure! But no hiding in the nether like last time. It took days for me to find you and Meli Colli was furious.”
 
“No, neither one of us is going to hide. This is a game for the mistress to solve. We are going to hide things from around the house so she can go search for them when she gets home. She’ll love a chance to play after being sent off to that frozen wasteland.”

The imp cocked his head to the side, his expression wary, “Are you sure? There isn’t much here she cares that about.” He looked around the cottage, bare of personal effects, as if to make his point.

The succubus suppressed a sneer, placed a scarlet painted nail against her blood red lips and arranged her expression into one of deep thought, “We’d have to make sure it’s something she really cares for, she’d be certain to go looking then.” She too looked around the cottage then shrugged her shoulders and sighed heavily, “You’re right. Oh well, I guess we can’t play the game with her then.” Betlia turned away, her expression a study in disappointment.

The imp’s face fell, his own disappointment written all over his him as he slumped to the floor, his eyes and ears twitch and his mind raced. “Oh! I have it!” he screeched excitedly.
 
Turning nonchalantly to the imp, Betlia quirked a perfectly shaped brow in question.

“Her sparklies! She loves her sparklies! The ones Malcolm gave her. They’re the only things she keeps here. She looks at them every night. I bet she’d want to play if we hid those. And she’d have so much fun finding them!” he danced around in his excitement, turning flips and bouncing from foot to foot.

Betlia smiled to herself as she replied, “You’re right again! Twice in one day, that’s a record for you.”
The imp scampered off to Melicinth’s bedroom and jumped up on her dresser, pulled open the jewelry box and dug out a handful of various pieces, earrings, necklaces and rings, that glistened in the sunlight filtering in through a window.
 
Betlia watched from the doorway, her tail twitching nervously as she said, “Remember to hide them well. It won’t be any fun if she finds them right away.” With a nod the imp shifted into the nether, treasure in tow.