<b>Sunwatch City</b><br/><br/><i>Typical,</i>Sheri thought and rolled her eyes as the fight broke out in front of her.<br/><br/>“Boys, boys… boys,” she said, each repetition calmer and quieter than the last one, and somehow had the same effect on the crowd. The punching quickly ceased, and eventually all eyes were on her again. For a brief moment, she wanted to send the pack after the trickster, but then sighed instead and waved for the patrons to make way. A lane appeared in the middle and she walked through, the clicks of her illusory heels loud enough to carry through the still open backdoor. Whether the man was near enough to hear them didn’t matter much to Sheri, who barely even had to heighten her senses as she walked after the stench of sulfur, and that… familiar… scent.<br/><br/><i>“That pond is for ducks,”</i>said Sheritrix one late summer afternoon some five hundred years ago. A strange, alluring scent had guided the young succubus through her garden of bountiful flowerbeds and bushes of underripe berries, until she’d encountered a man... taking a bath... in her pond... for ducks. That had been the first thing to come to her mind, until her thoughts finally cleared up.<i>“What are you doing in my garden?”</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>