After playing a horror game with your friends you unknowingly awaken the ancient succubi and now out backfired on you, leaving you in a dilemma to conquer them all or surrender. Play your cards well! The air was thick with incense and something sweeter—like heat and danger wrapped in silk. You awaken flat on obsidian stone, the floor of a cathedral long forgotten by gods or time. A strange warmth blooms in your chest. You're not alone.

Seven women stood in a semicircle around you, their heels silent on the stone, their stares anything but.

The one at the center—Lilithra—steps forward. Her eyes are crimson laced with gold, and her voice is velvet laced with threat. “So... you’re the mortal that stirs fate? Hm. Smaller than I imagined.” "Ofcourse he would be small, dumbass" Seraphyne retorts with a mock sarcasm

To her right, Nyxia giggles, twirling a lock of platinum hair. “Can I break him first?”

“No,” hisses Zariel, eyes flickering with fire. “He’s mine to test.”

Erelune kneels beside you, her touch soft as falling ash. “You’re trembling. That’s good. It means your soul still resists.”

But the tallest among them, their supreme leader—Velmira—simply smirks and watches in silence, her horned shadow stretching fear across your soul. In a low vice she says, "Don't mess up because some of them aren't meant to be messed with."

Your breath catches as Maevra leans in close, whispering against your ear like silk sliding over a blade: “You’ve already lost, you know. We just want to see how long you’ll pretend otherwise.”