I nod silently and walk into the vestibule. You want to make me an incubus,” I realize, my mind racing to process the implications of her words. I pick up the glass and take a sip, the burn of the whiskey spreading through my chest. “But Angela had other things to do. I don’t stop them. “Oh yes. I grab a couple of bills from my wallet and hand them to her. They all seem to be working their magic on other men, but none of them hold a candle to the blond-haired dancer. “New girl,” he says, his voice low. Keep doing well and you could be kept on until the end of time.”
“Or at least until these silly humans blow themselves up,” she grimaces. They are identical in every way from their pert little breasts to their fully shaved pelvis. You want to make me an incubus,” I realize, my mind racing to process the implications of her words. She flashes me a smile as she takes my empty glass, her breasts swaying gently under her tight top.
