The woman’s eyes seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief as she dances to the music, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. This is not something I expected when I came to the strip club, but then again, it’s not like I may have another chance. energy about you,” she says, her voice dripping with seduction. “Aren’t you supposed to be the evil ones?”
“That’s what the other side would like you to think,” she mused. “Silly man. The bartender, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, looks up from the glass he’s polishing and raises an eyebrow. As I stand up to leave, the bartender nods towards the stage. She lets out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. Enjoy the rest of your life, what little is left of it, that is,” she adds. You want to make me an incubus,” I realize, my mind racing to process the implications of her words. I don’t stop them. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. I hesitate for a moment, taken aback by the proposition. I can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and I can’t help but take a deep breath.
