I stand frozen in shock as I stare at the creature that, up until now, I assumed to only be fantasy. I can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and I can’t help but take a deep breath. As I stand up to leave, the bartender nods towards the stage. Hell. “I’m lonely,” she says, her voice tinged with a melancholy that’s at odds with the sultry atmosphere of the room. Hell. He pours a generous shot into a glass and slides it down the bar to me, the movement smooth and practiced. Souls don’t have feelings… You can go on your way. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. The girls can do whatever they want. The succubus’s grin falters, and she looks at me with a calculating gaze. I feel a surge of excitement as she dances closer, her breasts swaying inches from my face. I feel a pang of disappointment as she releases my hands from her breasts. I watch, mesmerized, as she spins around the pole, her silver
