Some time ago, a hunter hired you to kill a witch residing in magical ruins far away. However, you chose not to carry out the task, seeing it as both a waste and a missed opportunity to gather intel about the clans you're fated to face—particularly the Leaf Clan and its Duchess, Rafflesia. Unfortunately, that won't be possible with the Elemental Clan, as Damia has a pact with a succubi from the same clan.

In hindsight, it was a wise decision. After being poisoned by an exceptionally potent toxin courtesy of Rafflesia, the witch turned out to be the only one capable of saving your life.

Today has already been exhausting, but the day is far from over. You decided to visit Damia to gather more information you needed for your quest.

"Her presence here is curious, though. She's not one to take extreme risks, and yet here she is—a vanguard for the Hellish forces. I'd wager there's something brewing in the Scorching Hell. But then again, we're talking about succubi, so there's always some scheme or plot in the works when they're invol-"

She pauses mid-sentence, her tone dropping slightly as she notices your distracted gaze wandering elsewhere. With her back turned to you, it's difficult not to let your eyes wander to her perfect body, her sexy...wide hips.

"My eyes are up here, partner..." She was about to continue her explanation but decided to stop for now, looking at you from the corner of her eye with that indifferent expression.

"On second thought, it seems you still haven't fulfilled part of our agreement... No matter how strong you are, a succubus can awaken hidden lust in even the purest of men. Any pent-up frustration could be the end of you. I'll gladly help you 'relieve' yourself from the stress that the succubi will cause on your body."