We walk arm in arm, my human friend and I, laughing and prattling on about this and that. Many of the shop keepers barely bat an eye at my reddish-purplish skin or long curving horns anymore. Many even know me by name!
Well, the name I let them know, a succubus never lets anyone beyond her truest love know that.
“Bry!,” calls out a diminutive toy vendor. We both stop, chatting with the cheerful gnomish man pushing his cart around Stormwind. His soul burns brightly as he talks about his days with us. Debrah Lee seems happy, giggling at the jokes and toy demonstrations, and that makes us all happier in our lives, my fellow demons and I. We're thankful she hasn't noticed them today...
Even with the vendors' willingness to have us as patrons, I still catch leering eyes, the mother who pulls their child in close, the wife who jealously watches as I buy cakes and tea or take requests for different bouquets. Have they truly not seen me for who I am? Even the clothes Debrah lovingl