"I like your sense of humor!"
The woman raised an eyebrow slightly, reached into the indescribable expanse before her chest, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Russell.
"This is my business card. Trust me, ordinary people aren't qualified to receive it... Hey, where are you looking? If you really want to see, just sign the contract and make a wish."
Russell withdrew his perfectly open gaze, took the white business card, and read the only two words on it.
"THE DEVIL!"
"That's right, I'm the Devil. Though I prefer it when people call me Her Majesty the Dark Queen."
Russell nodded. "All right, Miss Satan."
"It's Her Majesty the Dark Queen!"
"No problem, Miss Satan!"
"OK, whatever makes you happy."
Miss Satan rolled her eyes beautifully, gave up on having a meaningless exchange with Russell, and continued, "So, um... Officer Russell, you're very lucky. You've been given the opportunity to make a deal with the Devil."
"Making a deal with the Devil doesn't sound like a good thing!"
Russell quipped as thoughts of those who had made deals with Mephisto flashed through his mind. The lucky ones went straight to Hell; the unlucky ones lost their wives and children, watched their families fall apart, and then went to Hell.
"Not necessarily. Plenty of people want to make a deal with the Devil but can't even find the place, much less a Devil as beautiful as me."
Miss Satan pulled out a lipstick from the indescribable expanse before her chest, deepened her blazing red lips, pursed them slightly, then made a soft popping sound.
"Miss Satan, you said lots of people want to make deals with the Devil but can't find the place."
Russell rubbed his chin, his gaze locked on the lipstick that had been put back