Jessyka Swan’s Backdoor Scene

The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume. My soul, my very essence, would be bound to her master, a being of darkness and shadow. Most people under the age of 25 don’t know how to drive them manual anymore. She hung on for as long as she could, but it’s a terrible disease. She hung on for as long as she could, but it’s a terrible disease. You want to make me an incubus,” I realize, my mind racing to process the implications of her words. I’m not sure what to make of this situation, but I know I’m way out of my depth. My soul, my very essence, would be bound to her master, a being of darkness and shadow. I take a sip of my whiskey, feeling the burn all the way down, as I watch her. They look up at me with wide eyes, their faces free of makeup and full of innocence.