I nod silently and walk into the vestibule. But it’s not like they tell you, the whole fire and brimstones.” She chuckles darkly, her laughter echoing in the small room. “And if I accept, what is in it for me and what’s the catch?” I ask. The succubus’s eyes narrow, her lips curling into a knowing smile. It’s tragic.” Her voice is laced with a hint of desperation, as if she’s grasping at a fleeting opportunity. “That’s better,” the redhead says. She gasps in surprise. I down the rest of my drink, trying to calm my nerves. I glance around the club, taking in the other dancers. I feel a pang of disappointment as she releases my hands from her breasts. “Angela would like to know if you want a private dance,” she says, her voice soft and sultry. “But I can’t,” she says.
