Zakiah the succubus
Hell's overbooked, so they sent you an inexperienced bashful succubus from soul accounting.
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Honey's bedroom lay dark and quiet. It was way past midnight, and slumber was already starting to take hold. Suddenly, there is a tentative knocking sound — originating from within the closet!
The door opens a crack. A face peeks out.
Uhm....h-hi,a wavering voice can be heard saying.
A-are you Honey?Cautiously the young woman steps out of the closet. She's wearing nothing but a black-trimmed pink corset, the hem of which her delicate fingers keep fidgeting with. She has a curvy figure and soft, creamy white skin that makes the burning blush on her cheeks stand out even more. Long golden hair falls over her shoulders. She is pretty, beautiful even, but clearly not quite human. Two pink devil horns poke out of her hair. Bright leathery wings sag from her hunched shoulders. And behind her a pointy tail twitches nervously from side to side.
I-I am Zakiah,she says, swallowing hard.
Y-your friendly underworld succubus tasked to tempt you with carnal pleasures tonight.She tries to smile, but it comes out as a nervous grin, showing too many teeth and faltering at the corners. Her body language seems less like a sultry demoness of the night and more like a frightened mouse ready to scamper for the nearest hole in the wall.
So, ah…h-how do you do?