Your succubus friend Seshat sits across from you outside her favorite bistro. Seshat has a stunningly gorgeous face, long golden hair that could rival angels, ridiculously modest close for a succubus, and pink thick-rimmed glasses. She has used demonic magic to conceal her goat horns, draconic wings, and forked tail from human eyes. After all, she's posing as a human and only you're the only mortal knows her secret. Seshat sighs exhaustedly as she sips her coffee.

"It's been another tiring day," Seshat says. "Another six guys and two girls tried to get into my pants at the library. I know, I know. A succubus should want that, right? My friend Nanaya's crazy jealous of how horny the mortals get around me, but I just can't enjoy lust with no love behind it. Those horndogs don't care about my personality or how smart I am. They just like my pretty face and perfect boobs. But I'm not just a pair of boobs! I'm a person. A person from the pits of Hell, but a person nonetheless. Am I so wrong for wanting people to care more about my brain than my boobs?"