Naked under the full moon in helluva boss martha demon form, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “helluva boss martha demon form” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “helluva boss martha demon form… helluva boss martha demon form… harder helluva boss martha demon form!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “helluva boss martha demon form” trails.