Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 962

Chapter 962: Arcade Fun

"She’s running errands."

"Of course. And the Flame Monarch is scouting the food court."

If she was, the food court gave no sign of it.

Somewhere among its four hundred tables sat one of the most famous women alive with her heat banked to nothing and her face angled away from every camera in the building, working through a carton of fries, and not one person looked at her twice. The fries were real. The errand was not.

Deeper in the concourse, two plainclothes Eclipse members had been comparing the same two scented candles for forty minutes without buying either, and a third had walked the food court perimeter so many times that a kiosk owner had started offering him samples out of pity.

The arcade happened because Calypso saw the lights.

Yuna Park got there first. She came off the mezzanine rail without using the stairs and was inside the arcade for nine full seconds before the family reached its threshold.

By the time Calypso laid her hand on the punching machine, a small artifact the size of a coin had been passed over its cabinet, its coin slot, its power cable, and the four machines adjacent.

"All clear, guild leader," said a small voice through the comms bead in Kaiden’s ear.

He didn’t answer, and he didn’t look anywhere in particular, because answering was how a man told a watching crowd his security was live. He just steered the family in, one hand at the small of Bastet’s back.

The punching machine negotiation took three parties. Calypso’s opening position was a full swing, which Kaiden vetoed on behalf of the structure of the building. Her fallback position was a light tap, which the machine’s owner, had he been present, would also have vetoed.

The settlement, brokered by Kaiden, was one finger, extended slowly, pressed against the pad as gently as she knew how.

It registered 999 of a possible 999, played its full jackpot fanfare, and dispensed every ticket it owned in a single continuous stream that pooled on the carpet for forty seconds while the arcade’s teenage population lost its collective mind.

"I barely touched it," Calypso told her audience, delighted, tickets accumulating around her sandals. "It’s a very generous machine."

The claw machine, by contrast, was not generous, and that was how the war started.

Bastet had dismissed the entire arcade on entry as a room of flashing beggars, and then her eye had caught on a fat caramel cat in the glass box of plush toys, and an old hunting instinct had locked on.

She fed it a token with icy elegance. She worked the claw with two fingers, precise as surgery. The claw descended on its chosen plush, gripped it, lifted it two inches, and dropped it with the mechanical insolence built into its species.

Her ears went flat.

"It released intentionally," she said. "That was intentional. This machine is dishonest."

"It’s rigged, yeah," Kaiden said. "That’s the whole business model."

"Then its business model has made an enemy." A second token went in.

The claw dropped its prize a second time, and the temperature around the machine climbed by a degree that had the nearest teenagers stepping back.

Kaiden watched his desert queen stare down four dollars of Chinese polyester with the full attention she usually reserved for monsters her own size. A third token was produced and held between two fingers.

"Your majesty, we can buy the same plushie downstairs for six dollars."

"It is no longer about the plushie. It’s war."

It took two more tokens.

On the fifth attempt the claw, its rigging schedule presumably exhausted, surrendered the caramel cat into the chute. Bastet retrieved it, held it up, and examined it, satisfied, the war concluded on her terms.

Then, without any change in expression, she tucked it into the crook of her arm and kept it there for the rest of the day.

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