The succubus massage parlor had its curtains drawn, and pink Magic Lamps cast an intimate glow through the dim room.
Inside, Annan saw a simple menu on the counter:
Full-body massage / 50 silver coins;
Loosen muscles and joints / 30 silver coins;
Emotional release / 10 silver coins;
"What's emotional release?" Annan asked, pointing at the menu.
"It lets you release all that pent-up frustration..." The succubus stood close enough for Annan to feel her warmth. Her soft voice suggested she meant to release something else entirely.
This was far too suspicious!
Annan considered it an insult to the word "legitimate" and promptly chose emotional release.
The succubus flipped the sign on the door from "Open" to "Closed" and led Annan into the curtained room next door. She had him sit on the sofa, then turned her back to him, showing off her alluring curves... and lit the fireplace.
She added a piece of cedarwood to the fire and sat on the sofa opposite Annan. Its clean scent mingled with her natural fragrance, making his pulse race and his heart pound...
"You're tired. You want to rest. Your body is growing lighter and lighter..."
Her soft, drowsy murmur drifted before the fireplace. The succubus knew how to help someone relax.
But Annan couldn't fall asleep. There was no succubus in his dreams, only a Demon Lord clutching a script... So he fought to stay awake.
"All right, time's up."
Ten minutes later, once the cedarwood had nearly burned away, the succubus stood.
Annan breathed a sigh of relief. It really was legitimate... He'd thought "emotional release" was cheapest because draining people was second nature to succubi. He hadn't expected her to simply talk.
He paid the ten silver coins anyway. He didn't mind spending money in the city. Free