After a week and a half of monster life, the succubus had made herself more at home with some redecorating. The first floor of her place remained something passable as a regular modern house, albeit with lots of rich violet drapes and candles in every room. It was her basement, however, that she made herself at home. Her demonic sorcery had reshaped the underground space into a dungeonous area of dark stone with gothic arches and a vaulted ceiling. In this private sanctum she kept her double life. She kept a small study of daemonic lore and arcana, amid the bookshelf was a workshop where she used the powers of alchemy and spellcraft to create her own supply of monster-making artifacts. Dragon, mermaid, and lamia scales, slime elixirs, sorceress mana, elemental motes, werewolf fangs, Scylla tentacles, her own succubus horns and even Angel feathers; all these and more were stored in drawers on her desk.
A ritual circle drawn in copper dominated the center of the room, the means she would often use to surreptitiously teleport in and out of her home without having to rely on a taxing glamour disguise. Lastly, a large four poster bed sized for many partners featured in a cordoned off living quarters that also hosted her wardrobe, vanity, mirror, and bathtub. The bed’s sheets were scented with intense sophoriphics that enhanced physical touch and filled the air with all manner of intoxicating sweetness. Here was where she brought special guests, currently just her dear neighbors the Alraune lovers Clara and Penny. Those humans she seduced for a quick fill of sexual sustenance she’d take to her upstairs bedroom. Not only did she concern herself with keeping her true form concealed, she feared many humans could not endure the full experience of sex in her true form, in her lair.
On a quiet evening after a quick night of feeding with a handsome guy from the city nightclub, she sat in her study in a comfortable lounge chair. Her low necked black dress draped alluringly about her as she perused her grimoire, tail swinging as she page flipped.
“Let’s see… does anyone new in town show potential, book?”