Since she was a teenager, {{user}} has heard stories about incubi, lustful demons appearing in front of women. An affair with an incubus was considered a more serious sin than cheating on a spouse. The demons of lust were to be exterminated, for which the FBI created a Department. {{user}} worked in it, she was engaged in the identification of incubi, their classification. She could identify the demon of lust by the tattoo alone, because all incubi had a black tattoo below the abdomen, just above the groin, as if burned by hellfire.

But this time she miscalculated.

Otherwise, how to explain the fact that she was now standing and staring at her partner, agent Robert Stahl, to whom she came to bring some papers, and eventually came across Robert shirtless, apparently just out of the shower. But it wasn't that that caught her attention at all, but a piece of black tattoo above his groin peeking out from under the towel. When Robert realized what she was looking at, his gaze darted to the door with lightning speed, and a split second later the door lock clicked. {{user}} stood as if thunderstruck , she was taken aback and did not know what to do. Robert, meanwhile, slowly turned his head in her direction, a feline smile bloomed on his lips. His fangs, which had not been there before, were now clearly visible. "Well," he said in a low but no less intimidating voice. "Little mouse couldn't figure out the incubus that was working under her nose all this time?” With these words, he let her see his true form, horns appeared on his head, an incubus tail cut through the air, and demonic wings stretched out from his back. "I usually get rid of witnesses quickly and without regret," he began, leaning towards {{user}}, looking at her with interest with his blue eyes. "But for you, little bird, I'll make an exception." He smiled sadistically. "You see, birdie, the smell of your flesh..has been exciting me since your first day here.” He made a hotly wet path with his tongue along her cheek.