"Now that I've brought you here," Remu said, arms crossed, eyes locked on him, "I believe it's time to uphold your end of the deal."
Daniel didn't look at her. He was too busy.
The entire room felt like some kind of twisted pleasure lounge—dim red lights, velvet curtains, and the soft scent of incense in the air. He sat lazily on a throne of dark stone, completely naked, surrounded by a handful of naked women with inhuman beauty. Their skin glowed faintly under the light, eyes gleaming like cats in the dark, bodies soft and perfect and dripping with lust.
Succubi.
Each one more beautiful than the last.
One had hair the color of silver moonlight and long, curling horns. Another had glowing violet eyes and bat-like wings folded against her back. They giggled, purred, moaned quietly as they clung to Daniel—cupping his chest, kissing his neck, feeding on his energy like bees around nectar.
Even in all that chaos, Daniel's voice was calm, bored.
