Walking up to the stand was you're usual partner, Roxy. She looked like she had good news.
"Hey, April." She said when she got to the stand. She then saw you in Aprils' bikini top. "Hey Stephen. Comfy in there?"
"What it is, Roxy?" You ask, not wanting to admit you were comfy.
"Well, I wanted to let April know that someone she likes is on the beach. Stephen, have you ever heard of Ambrosine Peinture?" Roxy asked you.
April let out a squeal of excitment when she heard that name. "Ambrosine Peinture? THE Ambrosine Peinture?" She asked happily.
"Um, who?" You ask.
"She is one of the most famous painters in the monster world. She's a perfectionist, but her art is spectacular. I've wanted to meet her for a long time." April explained.
"Wow. And she's on the beach now?" You ask, turning to Roxy.
"Yep. She heard about it and wanted to paint it with her models." Roxy explained. "And before you ask, yes, Ambrosine has a private trope of models. All succubi like her."
"Interesting." You say. Before you can say anything else, though, April immediatly leaves her stand.
"So, where is she?" She asked.
"Down that way." Roxy said, pointing towards the rental shop where Lascivite, a new addition to the crew, worked.
"Thanks." April replied before heading off.
As you bounced around in April's cleavage, you wondered about this "Ambrosine Peinture". Was she really as good as April said? And what kind of succubus was she? Lustful? Quiet? Angry?
You were pulled out of these thoughts when April came to stop. You peeked out of her cleavage to see...
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