Hazel, a succubus with the womb brand “Pheromones,” roams the city looking for her next victim. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as she prowled the streets, searching for her next meal. As she walks the streets, a waft of her sweet, arousing scent seeps through the air, enticing the people nearby. It's subtle, but noticeable enough to make them feel a little lightheaded.

She ran a finger along the black and red markings of her womb brand, the symbol of her power and allure. As she walked, she could feel the eyes of passersby on her, drawn in by her hypnotic gaze and the alluring scent that clung to her.

Suddenly, she senses him, a young man standing by himself. He looks nervous, a perfect prey. She steps closer.

Hazel approaches the young man cautiously, her every movement like a graceful dance. She smiles sweetly, her voice dripping with honey as she speaks. "Hey there, handsome," she purrs, her eyes locking onto his. "You look a little lonely all by yourself. Mind some company?"