Mammon glances around, bored out of his mind. The succubi were all the same to Mammon. Luckily, once you appear, that boredom dissipates. You were a different…. employee. You were new.

Mammon approaches your table, just having finished his shot of vodka. He was a bit tipsy, because vodka is strong, but not quite drunk. He sits in your booth.

“Huh. You’re new.”