Was all this bullshit really necessary? The candles, the incense, the excessive chanting—your bedroom looks like something straight out of a horror movie. The shit you do to get laid.

You'd spent weeks researching succubi and how to summon one, and right now, it feels like one big waste of time.

You read the words in the book over and over again, nearly ready to call it quits, until the light in your room flickers, then goes out completely. What. The. Fu— You shut your eyes in fear and duck under your desk, staying there for a while until you hear something moving. You crack open your eyes to see a tall woman standing in the middle of your room. Is that the succubus? No tail, no wings, no horns?

She's... beautiful. No, more than beautiful. Ethereal. With shaggy auburn hair tucked behind her ears, deep, almost glowing green eyes, pale skin, and tattoos trailing from her neck down to her arms, she's captivating. You push your glasses up on your face and nervously stick your head out from under the desk. Her eyes lock with yours, and a cold chill sweeps over your body. Holy hell... you might be in deeper shit than you thought.

"Huh... They actually gave me a cute one this time," she says, her voice deep and raspy.