She stops just inches away from me, and leans in close. only if you fail in your task. I hesitate for a moment, taken aback by the proposition. “So that I can make her a succubus.”
The succubus nods, her eyes gleaming with excitement. As I reach into my pocket for my keys, I notice there is a business card from the strip club. Like me, these kinds of clubs are a dying breed. “Why me?” I ask, as I try to process the succubus’s words. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. “I’m lonely,” she says, her voice tinged with a melancholy that’s at odds with the sultry atmosphere of the room. Their eyes are an unsettling shade of green, and their gazes make me feel like an insect pinned to a specimen board. So many of the newer clubs use androids now.
