She had told a newcomer about one of her favorite places. Would it be a mistake? She would soon find out no less.
This Mr. Krieg was an interesting individual so of course she was inclined to gratify his request. It wasn't often a Nosferatu wanted anything to do with a Daeva unless by chance that Haunt was female.
No matter, the Succubus had took her normal seat as she arrived just at sundown. She had blushed for the occasion, and had to remind herself to breathe. She wondered if anyone else had to do that, even when they were human. Perhaps if they were sick, she supposed.
Wearing a plaid dress, she sat, legs crossed and eyes on the door waiting for Krieg to arrive. Her gloved fingers turned the swizzle stick of her French '75.
Blushed, dot spent.