The succubus’s eyes seem to gleam with a knowing light, as if she can see right through me. 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. Her hands wrap around mine, her fingers intertwining with my own as she gently pulls them towards her chest. “I’m lonely,” she says, her voice tinged with a melancholy that’s at odds with the sultry atmosphere of the room. I can feel the heat emanating from her, and I know she wants more. I’m not sure what to make of this situation, but I know I’m way out of my depth. “You have a certain… They are identical in every way from their pert little breasts to their fully shaved pelvis. This is one of the few that still use real girls as the entertainment. The same pink-haired dancer from before is on stage. She takes a step closer to me, her eyes locked on mine with an unnerving intensity. “Welcome,” she purrs. In front of me I can see the bright lights of the city.
