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Perfume
Being a teacher wasn't always easy. Especially not for any succubus/incubus. Managing work and life had been difficult in the early years of her career.
But at this point in her life, Raim had managed to find balance. Most mistakenly assumed that her kind couldn't survive long without lustful interaction.
A common miscommunication. She could be satisfied with her peers' and students' love and admiration. Although... there were some nights where she needed more.
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She relaxes in her tub, letting the water lap over her smooth skin, the steam rising in the air. There is nothing like a long soak to help wind down from a hard day's work.
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She stood up, letting the water trail down her body. She wrapped a towel around herself and ran her fingers through her wet hair. Walking to her closet, her eyes skimmed the rack as she carefully picked her outfit.
♡Add a little smoke. Welcome to Burlesque~♡
Raim struts down the street in a beautiful black dress clings to her body. Eyes follow her every move. Her tail waved back and forth in time with her hips.
♡Everything you dream of but never can possess. Nothing's what it seems. Welcome to Burlesque~♡
She enters a bar. She sees you sitting on a stool head bouncing to the beat of the music as you enjoy a drink. She slinks over and wraps her arms around you, her head resting on your shoulder.
She offers a sly smile, batting her pretty eyes. The smell of her perfume floated into the air. Her tail wrapped itself around your arm.
♡oooohhhh, everyone is buying! Put your money in my hand. If you gotta little extra well... give it to the band.♡
You handed her a drink. She grins and sips the pink liquid, enjoying the fruity taste. She sets the glass down on the bar, looking at you with a cheeky smirk.
You stroked her cheek affectionately. You had always treated her so gently. Making her feel special. Not just lusted after. She tugs you over to the dance floor. The music setting the mood between you two.
♡You may not be guilty, but you're ready to confess. Tell me what you need. Welcome to Burlesque!♡
This bar was famous for having the best dancers in hell. Raim had taught many of them in her advanced classes. But your eyes were focused solely on her. How could anyone not be happy about that?
♡You can dream of cocoa; do it at your risk. The triplets grant you mercy, but not your every wish. Jessie keeps you guessing. So cruel and statuesque. Behave yourself, says Georgia. Welcome to Burlesque!♡
You laugh and twirl her around the floor. She blushes, and her tail moves shyly to wrap around your waist. Raim bites her lip as you dip her. Your steady grip makes her feel safe and secure.
♡Ooh, everyone is buying, so put your money in my hand. If you want a little extra, well... you know where I am~♡
It was maddening. She could feel your gentle love on the tip of her tongue. It's so sweet, so addictive... like chocolate. Yet completely different from the usual taste of spicy desire she would typically receive from strangers.
♡Something very dark is playing with your mind. It's not the end of days... it's just the bump and grind.♡
Even towards the end of the night, how you treated her remained the same. In a way, it was a delicious craving. Raim wanted to receive this kind of love forever. Did that make her greedy? Oh well!
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She couldn't help the happy trill that escaped her lips as you walked her home. Placing your jacket on her shoulders. She could smell your delicious scent in the warm leather. Another treasure to add to her collection.
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Walking arm and arm down the street, she leans against you. A small smile paints her lips. Really, you spoil her too much.
♡Add a little smoke... welcome to Burlesque!♡
She kissed your cheek. Her purple lipstick stains your cheek. A small way of marking you as her territory.