I've sold out everything, so... why? Why is she still here!?
The last demon customer had departed, clutching his precious healing bread like a sacred relic.
Noah's shelves stood empty.
Success tasted sweet—until he realised the succubus showed no signs of leaving.
Lola sat on his counter, her legs swinging like she owned the place, an iced tea bottle still in hand.
Her tail swished lazily behind her as she took another deliberately slow sip.
Everyone else left. Why is the succubus making herself comfortable?
"Congratulations on your first day," she purred, her red eyes sparkling with mischief.
"It was quite the enthusiastic reception."
"Thanks."
"I should probably close up shop now."
Hint taken? Please say hint taken.
"Close up?"
Lola's laugh tinkled like bells.
"You're quite straightforward, aren't you?"
Her eyes sparkled.
"I like that in a man."
Oh no. Here we go.
