Elves and Succubi were said to be the purest and most depraved races.
"Depraved" was putting it kindly. "Filthy" was closer to the truth.
Succubi cared only about energy, so it made no difference whether someone was a man or a woman. If there was energy to drain, they would even go after Goblins.
Legend had it that Succubi had played some part in the fall of the Ancient Goblin Empire...
Elves, meanwhile, were born from the World Tree. They spent their days in forests, drinking from mountain springs and eating fruit. Unicorns, creatures said to appear only before the purest and kindest women, frolicked alongside them.
So Elves and Succubi had never gotten along—though there were plenty of other races Elves did not get along with, either.
To head off an argument, Annan explained, "Succubi are residents of Free City too. Race doesn't tell you everything. I've met Elves of the lowest character and Succubi of the highest."
"You dare compare us to Succubi...?!" The High Elf Elder's expression darkened.
"What I mean is... go in and see for yourselves."
No explanation could beat seeing it firsthand. Annan led the way toward the Succubus Massage Parlor.
He had barely reached the door when a series of blush-inducing gasps came from inside.
Idelia lowered her gaze. Annan's expression soured.
Weren't they only allowed to take clients at the Tavern? Had the Massage Parlor turned into a den of vice too...?
A Succubus who had been posing in the Shop Window and basking in the sun sauntered over. "Lord Annan, you're back again~"
"Don't talk nonsense! When have I ever been here?" Annan protested at once, then changed the subject. "Who's inside?"
"Elena's serving a customer."
"Can we go in?"
"Anyone else? Of course not. But Lord Annan, would you like