Casting New Amateur In Pov

Only the male of our kind, an incubus, can make a succubus. It’s like she is frozen in place. “What kind of business?”

The succubus’s smile falters, and she pouts, her full lips curling downward in a gesture that’s almost childlike. “You’re not sure. “But I can’t,” she says. It’s tragic.” Her voice is laced with a hint of desperation, as if she’s grasping at a fleeting opportunity. Despite the allure of her performance, the stage is surprisingly empty, with no one sitting at the tables surrounding it. She stops just inches away from me, and leans in close. I feel a pang of disappointment as she releases my hands from her breasts. I watch, mesmerized, as she spins around the pole, her silver bikini glinting in the spotlight. I don’t know how it got to be that late, I should probably head home. “You’re not sure.