The music seems to grow louder, the beat pulsating through my chest as I take a seat at the stage. “Mmm. “Welcome,” she purrs. Hell. “Wait until you hear my offer, you might think differently.”
I take a good look at the girls kneeling by her side. 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. I try to shake off the feeling of being in the room with the succubus, but it lingers, like a bad dream that won’t go away. They are identical in every way from their pert little breasts to their fully shaved pelvis. “But Angela had other things to do. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. You’ll be able to live a life free from the constraints of your human body, free from the disease that’s eating away at you.”
She leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear. I give her a slight smile and a nod and walk into the strip club. You want to make me an incubus,” I realize, my mind racing to process the implications of her words. He nods discreetly towards the woman, and I follow his gaze to a stage in the corner of the room, partially hidden by a tattered
