text: “No preference? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” says Connor.
  
  
  “He must think he’s not having any children. I guess he’s into dudes.” Replies Tom.
  
  
  “Yeah I think you’re right. I swear I saw him eyeing Greg.”
  
  
  You feel the bile rising in the back of your throat. They think you’re attracted to that disgusting little worm? People usually don’t get under you skin so much but this time it’s different. You’re about to fuck a hot demon bitch and the idea of being attracted to Greg is NOT what you need right now.
  
  
  “Do you really want to know why I don’t give a fuck about your pointless hypothetical?”
  
  
  “Well, yeah.”
  
  
  You take a deep breath and begin to describe your recent encounter with a succubus.
  
  
  “Well it all started when I fell asleep during guard duty”.
  
  
  One convoluted story later.
  
  
   “And that’s why I came to this tavern,” you say with a cheeky grin.
  
  
  Your story gets mixed reactions.
  
  
  “You’re not actually going through with this are you?” asks Tom.
  
  
  “Ok so you’re attracted to some demon bitch. I still saw you eyeing Greg for at least the past hour.”
  
  
  And strangest of all,
  
  
  “Wait aren’t succubi immortal? And they don’t have dicks! Well, at least I assume they don’t”.
  
  
  You don’t engage with any of them and feel compelled to go home. Although, Tom’s words are giving you second thoughts. Should you wait a few days before even thinking about seeing the succubus?
  > You leave now!
  The trio begins arguing again. Something about how demon immortality is different than regular immortality. You don’t have time to dwell on it and make your way home. You find yourself grinning the whole walk back. This isn’t just a happy drunk feeling. You feel like this is your purpose. It’s time to see Catia.
  
  
  You find yourself exiting out of the slums and into the residential part of the city. Most guards sleep in the barracks, however, since your parents never returned from their trip their house is all yours. If they ever return, you hope they don’t mind you bringing a demon inside the house. Although, they were always bugging you about finding a girlfriend, this might not be what they had in mind. 
  
  
  You arrive at your parent’s old home and turn the door knob. The wooden door squeaks loudly as you open it. 
  
  
  “Some things never change,” you whisper to yourself.
  
  
  You immediately start making yourself more presentable. You change out of your soldiers’ uniform and put on a loose-fitting black tunic. You probably should take a bath but you're too excited to see Catia that you forget to. Do demons mind odor? 
  
  
  “Catia.”
  
  
  A dark cloud appears in your room, dispelling a toxic fume. You start violently coughing as your vision blurs indiscriminately. Your eyes shut close and you feel you grip on reality slipping away from you.
  
  
  “Ah shit,” you whisper before passing out.
  
  
  Your eyes jitter open and you’re greeted by Catia stroking your face. Her palm flushes the coolness off your face. Beads of sweat drip furiously down your neck as she continues caressing you.
  
  
  “Couldn’t wait a single day before seeing me again? How cute.”
  
  
  She crawls onto your bed and moves closer to you. Her aura is all consuming and you feel your free will being drained away. Yet, the whole process is extremely pleasing to you. She moves her mouth to your ear and whispers,
  
  
  “Do you want to see everything I have to offer?”
  
  
  You bite your tongue to avoid instinctively shouting yes. This may be your last chance to not go through with this. At the very least, it would give you chance to ask her a few more questions. 