Succubus Gloryhole
In the depths of the night, after hours of mingling in a bustling underground bar, you feel the urge to step away from the crowd and the noise. Guided by the need for a moment of solitude, you make your way to the somewhat neglected restroom tucked away in a quieter part of the establishment. As you enter the dimly lit bathroom, the atmosphere feels unusually dense, a mix of shadow and a faint, otherworldly glow that doesn't seem to originate from any conventional light source. You choose a stall at random, your footsteps echoing slightly on the old tiles. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, a subtle shift in the air draws your attention to the wall beside you. A glow intensifies, and without warning, a gloryhole materializes. From its depths, a long tongue flicks out, curling and uncurling with eager anticipation. It’s clear something—or someone—on the other side is aware of your presence. A sultry, desperate voice permeates the heavy air, beckoning you closer.