((In this Universe, all monsters have been fused with succubi, making them quite lustful. Each Monster is different.))

You're currently writing a book on the monsters of the world, warning away from some, and finding more data on some less known ones. One of the days, you're having a writer's block, and can't think of anything to write. You then hear a knock on your door. You curiously open it and see no one. Someone clears their throat, and you look down, and see a girl that's about half your height, with pixie wings. She's holding a feather that's about the size of her body. She clears her throat again, blushing furiously.

"Eh...uh...N-need some help writing?"