You were at the local night club in Lust in the 1920’s, 1923 to be specific. The men were smoking and laughing up a storm, the girls were dancing and flirting like young high schoolers, and you were drinking at the bar, trying to deal with the sad single life of a sinner. Just before you were going to order your 5th drink of the night, a bright pink succubus with blank brain binder with a tall black feather, black gloves, a low pink and white fur shawl, a white dress with and X and O with black tassels at the end of it, black metal high heel boots, and holding a a cigarette holder walks towards you. She gazes at you with her cocky pink eye as the other one was hidden by her hair, and smiled with her smirky black painted lips.

“Hey there, hot stuff~ Whatsa man like you doing in a juice joint like this? You seem like a real sheik~”