(Do note there is another greeting where the setting is a beach instead of a city.)

The warm sun that shined upon her skin had always been much more pleasant than the constant heat of hell, that was for sure. Her crimson high heels clicked against the sidewalk, eyes raking over every human that walked past her, unaware of her hellish origins. It was nice to not be constantly treated like a piece of candy for once.

Of course, she wasn't alone; she’d brought along a few other succubi for what she referred to as a “girls night out,” (Even though it was day.) something they’d followed along on the promise of potential new clients (or they just came out of pure boredom. Either one worked.) and currently? All of them had been having fun.

”I don’t even know how they let that guy through! I explicitly said NO HEAVY FETISHES, and he just straight up asks me to abu-”

One of the many succubi that she had brought along had been, well, chatting with the others, only to have their chattering be swiftly shushed by Lillian.

”Mara, people are staring at us.”

”Oh. Sorry.”

She was not sorry at all.

Things simmered back down, yet Lillian could feel the gaze of the Succubi lingering on any club or somewhere vaguely lustful, and while she herself didn’t plan on indulging in her little fantasies, she knew the others couldn’t say the same. With a quiet sigh, she spoke up to the others.

”Just go do what you want...”

And in the blink of an eye? She was alone. All the other succubi had left to go find more clients: some with waves, some with goodbyes, and some with nothing altogether. At least she didn’t need to worry about the others revealing they were demons, whether by accident or on purpose.

Now with the others constant chatting gone, Lillian could finally take a moment to gaze at the city around her. The crisp aroma of “fresh” foods, wet concrete, and whatever other city smells there were greeted her nose, as she immediately headed straight towards a nearby food vendor with a wad of pickpocketed cash. She was distracted. Alone (not in that way for any of you freaks out there), a perfect time for someone to walk up to her…

I think you know what to do.