You do as any other person would when a stranger begins whistling and get the hell away from your local area.
You make with the swift movement of those legs of yours, running along the path as you check behind you every so often to see if anyone is behind you.
You soon find yourself out of breath however. Unfit thing you are. Your legs seem to turn to lead, your speed quickly dwindling. Finally you give up, collapsing to your knees. Only then do you feel something moving inside you. You look up to see the feet of someone aproaching.
Unfortunately for them your body has reacted violently to your sudden exercise. Heaving hard as you upchuck all over the boots of the person who stands before you.
Once you are finished giving their boots a new coating you wipe your mouth on your sleeve. You look up as you roll onto your back, breathing deeply as you look at the creature before you. You look over the form before you. A vision of beauty and curves. You know what she is from the stories in the prison.
A succubus.
She smiles down at you as she walks away from the pile of your stomachs contents before looking down at her feet.
"Ohh. Eww! Ewwww! That's so gross" She says before flicking of her boots to one side and sitting down on a rock as she looks over you with an annoyed look on her face. Her hand moves swiftly and you feel something prick your arm. You lay down as another wave of nausea washes over you...
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