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“Thanks,” I mutter, making my way through the crowd towards the exit. I like older men,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “That’s better,” the redhead says. She’s wearing a pair of black leather boots with silver buckles, and a matching leather corset that cinches at her waist. The succubus’s eyes narrow, and she glances at the twins, then back at me. As she stands, her body begins to shift and contort and her skin turns a dull grey. “Sorry, gramps. He’s younger than me, with a chiseled jawline and a confident air about him. The redhead’s hands glide over the one of the twin’s hair, her fingers tracing the curve of the girl’s skull. I nod my head, my eyes still fixed on the pink-haired dancer, but my interest waning slightly as I ask the bartender, “Got any older ones working tonight?” The bartender’s expression remains neutral, but I catch a hint of a raised eyebrow as he polishes another glass. I nod my head, my eyes still fixed on the pink-haired dancer, but my interest waning slightly as I ask the bartender, “Got any older