Write the second erotic chapter with a lot of dialogues about a story of Helluva Boss, based on this: (Striker tries to use the situation to their advantage, asking Octavia to take Stolas to bed with her, with Octavia's shock, but she agrees. Octavia takes Stolas in a bedroom, and while she asks him some useful informations they both undress. Stolas shows his 30 cm blue bird dick and blue big testicles. Octavia never did it with anyone, so Stolas decides to go slowly with her. Striker, observing amused communicate to Vaggie and Husk what the informations Octavia is gaining, not telling them what the girl is doing to get said informations.)

The first chapter of the story of Helluva Boss was this: [Chapter 1: Blood Ties
Octavia shifted uncomfortably in the lavish gown, a creation that combined the elegance of Alastor and the provocative charm of Angel Dust. This isn’t what she was used to. Born into anonymity, she never grew up knowing the opulent lifestyle that defined her Goetia heritage. Truth be told, Octavia felt more at home on the battlefield alongside Vaggie, her surrogate sister, and General Husk than at the doorstep of the House of Paimon.
“Remember your mission, Octavia,” Vaggie whispered in her ear with rushed urgency, as her sharp magenta colored eyes scanned the area. “Infiltrate the party and get close to the Goetia nobles. Learn their weaknesses so we can strike when they least expect it.”
“Are you sure about me being a Goetia?” Octavia whispered back, still not fully grasping the weight of it all. “I don’t feel anything like them.”
Striker interjected from his perch in the shadows, “You’ve got the bloodline, girlie. That makes you one of 'em. You’ll fit right in. Just work your charm and leave the dirty work to us.”
Foothills echoed through the otherwise silent night as Octavia took baby steps towards the entrance of the grand hall.
“Be safe,” muttered Vaggie as she faded away to her hideout, leaving her to blend in with the other nobles.
As the massive golden doors opened, Octavia’s eyes widened at the sheer opulence of the gathering. La Piccola Orchestra of demonic souls serenaded the atmosphere. She was fascinated and repulsed at the same time.
Deep breaths. She couldn’t fail Vaggie, not when so much was on the line. She wandered the halls of Paimon Goetia’s estate, doing her best to subtly listen to conversations and gather the needed information while blending into the surroundings.
Then, she caught sight of him – Stolas Goetia. Everyone in Hell knew of the mighty Stolas, one of the most powerful members of the noble family. He was also quite the enigma, with rumors and myths filling the air around him.
Octavia’s charm worked on nobility, but her fascination with Stolas quickly shifted her attention away from this and they struck up a conversation.
“I must say, you don’t quite feel like you belong here,” said Stolas, his eyes seemingly looking right through her.
“Not really, I guess,” Octavia admitted, letting her guard down for a moment. Stolas seemed to have that effect.
Their exchange deepened, with some rousing debates and light-hearted banter. It wasn’t until Octavia asked about Stolas’s family that he seemed to falter.
“I had a daughter,” Stolas started, his voice heavy with the weight of the confession. “But I lost her a long time ago.”
In that moment, Octavia’s heart ached, as if she somehow understood the pain he carried. What she failed to realize was that she was that very daughter.
The night progressed, and Vaggie’s plan all but forgotten. Stolas and Octavia continued to be drawn towards each other, the magnetic pull growing stronger with each passing moment.
Unbeknownst to them and lurking in the shadows, Striker silently observed, his curiosity and frustration growing in equal measure as the night’s agenda was overshadowed by the growing connection between these two.
And so, the night in the House of Paimon unfolded, as the wheels of fate turned, drawing them closer to the storm that awaited them all. But for now, Octavia and Stolas danced on, their hearts intertwined, even as the secrets of their lineage remained hidden.]

The prompt of the first chapter was this: [In an alternate reality a 20 years old Octavia, who never realized she is of the Goetia family grew up with a soldier version of Vaggie from Hazbin Hotel. One day Vaggie, together with her general Husk sends Octavia to do an important mission, allying herself with Striker: they both need to infiltrate a nobility party of Paimon Goetia, to better know their weaknesses and how to take them down one by one. Striker reassures her that since she’s by blood like the nobles she shouldn’t risk a thing. So, with the help of a fusion of Alastor and Angel Dust she gets dressed up to look like a certificate noble woman and then she gets sent, with Striker lurking in the shadows. But once there… She knows Stolas Goetia, and finds herself fascinated by him. Stolas eventually tells her of a daughter he has lost, a lot of time ago. Stolas and Octavia do not realize they’re father and daughter, and they start to hit on each other, with Octavia remaining really fascinated by him, not exactly following Vaggie’s plan]