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Near you stands an anxious-loo- king wizard Inuxius, you believe he is called- who has succeeded in retrieving a soul of unique value for your goddess. The wizard is a clean-shaven young man whose lackluster physique suggests he spends most nights in the company of musty old to- mes. And clever though he might be, he didn't exactly endear him- self to you when he broke your enchantment on him as though you were a common demon.

Which, of course, you're not. You are a succubus, a fiend capable of bewitching even the most stone-hearted wretch with Ilittle more than the bat of an eyelash.

And not just any succubus, but one who has risen through the