The succubus’s eyes narrow, her lips curling into a knowing smile. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. I look around to see if anyone is coming over in my direction as my hands are still cupping her breasts. The air in the room seems to grow heavier, the silence between us thickening like a palpable mist. It’s tragic.” Her voice is laced with a hint of desperation, as if she’s grasping at a fleeting opportunity. Not only that, you have a thing for Angela, I can tell.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to process her words. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. “They do as I command.”
The succubus’s gaze drifts off, her eyes clouding over as if lost in thought. “I’m lonely,” she says, her voice tinged with a melancholy that’s at odds with the sultry atmosphere of the room. “Just for you.”
“I’m sorry.