Manrique approached the locked cell with a cautious gait. In his hand, he carried a small glass vial filled with white fluid, staying focused and follow the protocol to the letter.

His eyes wandered towards the creature inside, there was no mistaking the dangers…you, the succubus boy posed. He unlocked the cell door and entered, doing his best to suppress the attraction his mere presence elicited.

"Good morning, boy" Manrique greeted in a calming voice, "time for your morning sustenance."