Succubus and Incubus

"I'm doubting this," Elliot gulped while they were in front of the pub. "I don't think I can enter this pub."

"Why not?" Ed growled. "We're already here, Elliot. Let's just get this over with and leave."

"O-Okay," Elliot stuttered, dragging his feet as he entered the bar with drunken men.

There were a lot of people staring at them with weird gazes. 

"I'm not comfortable with this," Elliot whispered.

"Succubus gives off pheromones," Ed said. "Men who are vulnerable, such as drunken men, would be easily influenced by this, making them heat up like crazy."

"You've tried that haven't you?" Elliot grimaced.

Ed shrugged, moving to the counter where a woman that wore similar clothing to Gomorrah was.

"Hey, Eddie," the woman literally moaned his name out.

Ed chuckled and sat on the stool by the bar. "May I ask something, babe?"

Elliot silently followed his friend, sitting beside Ed and looked around.