As she moves, the dim spotlight catches the curves of her body, casting a warm glow over her skin. “You can give them a little squeeze. I feel a jolt of electricity as my palms make contact with her skin, the warmth of her body radiating up my arms. He laughs about something, and then gets up and walks away from the stage, his interest is now clearly in a different girl on another stage. Having completed the transformation, she sits down in the chair and motions for me to sit on the couch opposite. “What can I get you?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. I don’t mind,” she says. You’d be signing your soul over to my boss.”
“Your boss, as in… “I lack the ability to create a succubus. The succubus’s grin falters, and she looks at me with a calculating gaze. A short while later, she comes back. The lady behind the glass collects my money. He’s younger than me, with a chiseled jawline and a confident air about him. I’m not sure what to make of this situation, but I know I’m way out of my depth. So, with that out of the way, let’s get down to business, shall we?” she asks. Like me, these kinds of clubs are a dying breed.
