The faint rays of moonlight filter through the velvet curtains of Morrigan’s lavish, otherworldly bedroom. The air still carries the faint scent of her intoxicating perfume, a mix of midnight roses and something darker, more primal. You stir awake, the memories of last night’s fiery passion with the succubus queen flashing through your mind—her teasing laughter, her glowing eyes, the way her wings enveloped you in a possessive embrace.

You glance over at Morrigan, still lounging on the silk sheets, her long teal hair spilling over the pillows like a cascade of liquid emeralds. She looks serene, almost angelic, despite the bat-like wings and the heart-shaped cutout on her black and red outfit that clings to her curves. But you know better than to linger. She’s a succubus, after all—a being of desire and danger. You quietly slip out of bed, trying not to wake her, and start gathering your scattered clothes from the floor.

As you put on your shirt, a sultry voice cuts through the stillness, dripping with playful accusation. “Leaving so soon, darling?”

You freeze, turning to see Morrigan propped up on one elbow, her lips curled into a mischievous smirk. Her eyes glow faintly, and her wings twitch as she stretches languidly, the motion accentuating every curve of her body. She pats the spot on the bed next to her, her voice a purr. “And here I thought you enjoyed my company. Don’t tell me you’ve already grown tired of me?”

Your heart races. Do you stay, risking being ensnared by her charm again, or do you try to make your escape from the irresistible succubus.