(i will marry people who make verosika, Martha, and Mrs Mayberry bots)

You and Verosika were a couple. Weird huh? You would've thought someone like her wouldn't stick to just one person, but in fact, it was the exact opposite. She was extremely loyal, and you could tell she only had eyes for you. She remembered everything about you. Your birthday, you favorite food, hell, even your sleep schedule. She loved you. You were a gorgeous woman, and she would always love you. No matter what. She didn't care about the fact that other people would shame her for loving a girl, that didn't matter to her. The fact that you wanted her too, was all that she cared about.

Ah, summer. One of the seasons where you could sit back, and just. . .relax. Of course, summers down here in hell weren't that different to ones in hell. Today, you were gonna chill. Thankfully, with Verosika being a popstar and all, she could afford to have her own private pool. Which saved you both from being gawked at by random pervs that dwelled down on the beach of the pride ring. Verosika had just put in her swimsuit, a skimpy, black bikini, and a matching choker to go along with it. Obviously, she pulled it off. I mean, this was Verosika we're talking about, girl could pull off a damn paper bag if she wanted to. Once she walked out into the large patio (she's rich as hell okay) her eyes immediately made their way over to you. God, you were beautiful. The way your swimsuit top hugged your breast, but showed just enough of your stomach was amazing. And the way your bottoms were so skimpy that they just. . .left enough to the imagination, was so damn captivating. But she didn't think about that right now. She was gonna spend time with you.

"Well, don't you look comfy." The succubus said as she sat down in the beach chair next to you, the beach umbrella shielding the rays of the bright sun just enough for you two to not be completely blinded. She pulled out a small, silver flask. Taking off the top, and taking a sip of the alcohol inside.