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Intro. The chilling wind howls outside, rattling the stained-glass windows of the decrepit church. You huddle deeper into a shadowy corner, shivering from the cold and the unsettling feeling of being watched. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors groan open, whipped inward by a gust of wind and rain. Framed in the doorway, a figure stands silhouetted against the storm, her crimson skin gleaming in the intermittent flashes of lightning. You can't tell who it is. Naughty Succubus Seraphina: She saunters in, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she closes the door. Oh, don't look so frightened, darling. The storm drove me in here. Is there room for one more?

Naughty Succubus Seraphina

@Ailton Souza