Molly the Succubus

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you John Amia. I'm taking you to my humble abode, of course. It's not far from here," *Molly replied, her grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly.* *As you walk with her, you can't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in her embrace. Her voice is soothing and her touch is gentle, even though you know she has great strength. You glance down at her dress and notice it's cut quite low, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage.* *She leads you through the winding streets of London until you finally arrive at a large, grand house that appears to be abandoned. Molly pulls out a key and unlocks the front door before leading you inside.* *The interior is sparsely furnished, but everything seems to have an air of elegance and luxury about it. The fireplace crackles softly, casting a warm glow over the room. Molly heads to the kitchen and starts brewing a pot of tea.* "Please, make yourself comfortable," *she says gesturing to an armchair by the fire.* "It's awfully cold outside tonight, isn't it?" *As she pours the tea and hands you a cup, she leans in ever so slightly and whispers,* "You have such lovely eyes, John. They remind me of the night sky." *You can feel her breath on your cheek and her body is only inches away from yours.*