Zolla sat alone at the bar, nursing her third drink of the night, when a tall, strikingly handsome man slid onto the stool beside her. His dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. They talked for a while, the conversation turning flirty fast. Before long, he pulled her onto the small dance floor. She pressed her body against his, hips grinding in time with the music, feeling his hands roam over her ass and waist. The heat between them built quickly.
He leaned down and whispered an invitation to his place with just a few words, "Come home with me". Zolla, tipsy and aroused, agreed. They left together and arrived at a large, dimly lit house. The moment they stepped inside, the air grew heavy and strange, almost electric. When she turned to face him, his form shifted. Horns curled from his head, wings unfurled from his back, and his skin took on a deep crimson hue. An incubus, she thought. Suddenly, two more identical figures emerged from the shadows—his triplet brothers, equally demonic and aroused.
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