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You've been dreaming for what feels like months, your sleep punctuated by blurry remembrances of pain, sensation, and the dull murmur of voices you do not recognize. But today you woke up. Your senses are deadened, but your eyes function well enough to see the room around you: desks covered in files and carefully arranged papers, interrupted by a curtained-off chamber behind you. You're lying on a bed, an IV drip linked to either arm, but one seems to have run out of fluid. The only other person in the room is a nervous young man in a white lab coat. He's seated at one of the desks, hastily scribbling notes and digging through a stack of paper nearly a foot high. He intermittently enters data into the computer in front of him. It's clear he hasn't noticed you waking up. A smattering of memory returns - they'd picked you up off the street, corporate thugs in an unmarked van, and smuggled you up to the lab. The scientists wouldn't tell you what they were planning, but you remembered a few details from before they put you under: experimental procedure, highly dangerous, a unified theory of magic and science. None of it made much sense to you at the time. But your remembrance is blended, tainted with thoughts that you feel certain are not your own. You were called here, bound by blood and ritual and a true name you cannot recall. You feel a yearning inside yourself, raw and insatiable. Watching the man across the room stirs something within you that you are afraid to name. The voice that is not your own fills in the gaps in a haze of lust and emotion: they've turned you into a succubus. It's unclear to you exactly what that means, but in your mind a few things are certain. The first though is that you need to get out of here. The second is that you are incredibly, ravenously hungry. (edited)

1. Pretend to be asleep until the man leaves.

2. See if you can get the man's attention.

3. Try to approach the man without being noticed. (edited)

4. Look around for a way out of the room. (edited)

You weigh your options, surreptitiously pulling the IV from your arm and doing your best to avoid drawing attention as you look around the room for some kind of exit. On the far side you can see a security door with a palm scanner next to it. Unfortunately, the man in the labcoat is directly between the door and your bed. You suspect you couldn't reach the door without him noticing unless he were somehow distracted. Or dealt with in... some other way. You notice that the corner ceiling tile near your bed seems to be slightly ajar. If you could open up the panel the rest of the way, you might be able to squeeze through. With the drugs still wearing off, it's hard to gauge your body's own size without some way of examining yourself. You might be able to open the panel without drawing attention, but it could just as easily collapse under your weight. There also might be a way out, or at least something useful, in the chamber behind you. It's impossible to see anything past the thick gray plastic curtains, though. You'd have to enter the room to examine it more closely.

1. Try to open up the ceiling panel.

2. Cautiously approach the curtained room.

3. Quickly distract the man and try to slip past him to the door.

4. Try to approach the man without being noticed.

You slip out of bed, bare feet padding soundlessly across the carpet. A quick glance over your shoulder confirms that the lab worker hasn't looked up from his research. You approach the curtain, listening carefully for the sound of anyone inside, but the only sound you hear is the clack-clack of sporadic typing from behind you. Steeling your nerve, you push aside the curtain. The room seems to be some kind of operating theater and is blessedly empty. A polished steel operating table occupies the center of the room, surrounded by counters and containers bearing a dizzying array of surgical equipment. Before you have a chance to look around, your gaze is drawn inexorably to the sight of your own body, only slightly distorted in the reflective steel. While you can't quite remember your original appearance, you feel quite certain this body is not the one you started with. The girl staring back is almost otherworldly in her beauty, each feature a perfect blend of beauty and sensuality. Still, two features in particular catch your eye. In your old life, you certainly never had: (edited)

1. Large, perky breasts.

2. A curvy, perfectly toned bubble butt.

3. Soft, hypnotic eyes.

But that's hardly your most pressing concern. Staring at your reflection, the creature within tells you that this is not the full form of a succubus. Still, one feature is most definitely not human:

1. A long, sinuous black tail with a bulb at the end. (Grants the Tail Drain ability).

2. Razor sharp, yet remarkably effeminate fangs. (Grants the Blood Drain ability).

3. A gentle swirl of green energy encircling your wrist. (Grants the Mind Drain ability).

As if for the first time, you notice the full, heavy swell of your breasts. You slip your hands under them absentmindedly, admiring how soft and smooth they feel. Each is more than a handful, yet they seem to defy gravity and remain firm and perky despite their size. After a moment you pull yourself out of the trance and put your hands down. If your tits are this distracting to you, you can only imagine the effect they'd have on others! You tense muscles you don't remember having and flick your tail languidly back and forth. It proves remarkably responsive, practically an extra limb. The tip bulges outward for several inches, forming a kind of pseudo-mouth. Although upon further examination of the moist pink orifice, perhaps "mouth" isn't the right word.... Lesser Succubus - Level 1 Health - 20/20 Energy - 5/20 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy Items - none

Once you've finished examining yourself, you take a moment to look around the room. You seem to have your choice of thin, sharp objects if you wanted to take one of the myriad scalpels with you. You have nowhere to put it, though, and holding it in your hand might make climbing difficult. You also notice a stack of envelopes labeled "Project Aphrodite." You're not sure how much time you'll have to read through them, but it's not hard to guess their significance. There don't appear to be any other ways out of the room.

1. Take some time to search the room more thoroughly.

2. Take a scalpel.

3. Read through the project files.

4. Exit the room.

You open the first report and begin to read. Most of the information here is meaningless to you - charts, schematics, and graphs labeled with incomprehensible acronyms. After twenty minutes of digging, you find what you were looking for - the project summary. "Project: Aphrodite has controversial since its inception. Its core concept is the blending of succubus and human physiology, creating a hybrid creature that can adapt a variety of succubus traits while lacking some of the drawbacks inherent to their arcane nature. Unlike a true succubus, the hybrid is not bound by an infernal hierarchy, something which has proven most restrictive in previous experimentation with succubus-class demons. Despite the initial success of the project, not all board members believed that the potential of the project was worth the risks inherent in the destabilization of a demonic entity. "Aphrodite's second controversy comes from its purpose, which owes to to the versatile nature of the finished product. A succubus, synthetically created and subservient to the organization, offers almost limitless potential: infiltrator, spy, assassin, seductress, soldier, and courtesan are among the myriad roles a succubus hybrid could fill. Due to the necessary collaboration between the Genetics and Arcana research divisions, however, the cost of the project has been immense. While large-scale production is a reachable goal, Project: Aphrodite has currently produced only one success after 8 months of research and a further 2 months of implementation on live test subjects.

"Further experimentation with form and ability have been curtailed due to budget restrictions. Each laboratory had developed a series of enhancements suited for immediate implementation, in an effort to see how the hybrid would respond to further magical and physical development. Because of the limited number of test subjects available at this stage of the project, an executive decision has been made to postpone the second stage of experimentation until a larger sample size is available." You skim the rest of the file, but the rest is just charts and figures - nothing of further interest. As you look up, you hear a faint sound emanate from the room behind you. (edited)

1. Take some time to search the room more thoroughly.

2. Cautiously exit the room.

3. Approach the curtain and listen.

You reseal the files and move to stand just behind the curtain, careful to not disturb it and give away your presence. From the other room, you hear a man's voice. "... be happening, not to me, they're going to kill me. It was supposed to be stable, they said it was perfectly safe. Shit. With how much money the corp dumped into this, they might literally kill me." The panic in his voice comes through clearly. "Okay, it's fine, just breathe. You can work through this. Maybe I don't report it to security just yet." For a moment, the voice stops. You wait patiently and listen to footsteps moving closer. "That idiot Harlan, he didn't resupply the sedative! Okay, let's think this through. I can pin it on Harlan, this is all clearly his fault. I'll just call security, they'll find the hybrid, and he'll get murdered instead of me. She could be anywhere in the building by now, no sense playing the hero and trying to track her down myself. Unless of course..." His voice trails off. Moments later, you hear footsteps slowly approaching the operating room.

1. Look for a place to hide.

2. Get ready to tackle him as he opens the curtain.

3. Take up a seductive pose.

4. Burst through the curtain and surprise him.

You are briefly torn between your fight or flight response until a third, more primal impulse rises within you. Unsure what to do, you decide it's best to give and let instinct take over. You position yourself against the operating table with one leg extended, your hands behind your head to show off your silky blonde hair while emphasizing your breasts. The man pushes aside the curtain, opens his mouth to speak, and can barely get out the words. "Supposed to... sedated..." His eyes roam helplessly over your body. Your hands slip down your neck to glide sensually over your breasts, drawing the man's eyes irresistibly. You take your time, touching and teasing, luring him further into your trap. All he can do is stare, a thin line of drool falling from the corner of his mouth. You feel a warm shimmer of something flow through you, drifting invisibly across the room and seeping into the man's mind. He flushes, eyes clouded over with a dull pink glaze, and he smiles in idiot contentment as his pants bulge uncontrollably outward. Lab technician has been charmed! Energy - 3/20

1. Interrogate the man while the charm lasts.

2. Drain him with your mouth.

3. Drain him with your tail.

4. Drain him with your pussy.

5. Use the opportunity to escape.

You find yourself smiling, enjoying your control over the ensorcelled man. The voice in the back of your mind suggests a few phrases, and you find them to your liking. "Oh sweetie, did I make you too horny to think?" The man nods eagerly, a lovestruck smile on his enraptured face. "That's okay, you just stare at my titties and I'll do all the thinking for you. On your knees now, that's a good boy." You watch in amusement as the man kneels before you. He trembles for a moment, struggling inwardly, before undoing his belt with trembling hands and pulling down his pants. The man begins masturbating, staring up at you in unthinking ecstasy. You marvel at his helplessness and your own power. "Men just can't control themselves around a woman like me, I suppose. Slow down, sweetie, you're not allowed to cum yet." With a whine, the man slows his pace and begins carefully edging himself, eyes still fixated on your breasts. "Now, I have some questions you need to answer. Judging by the look on your face, I think you'll be eager to please. Why don't you start by telling me where I am?" "SGR, floor 28, private research area. That's uh, Sanko Genetic Research." "Very good. What am I doing here? And my memories are gone - was that your doing? Who am I?" You put your hands on your hips, posing lasciviously to keep his attention. The man's penis twitches and throbs in appreciation. "I... don't know who you are. Were. I'm just a junior researcher, I don't handle patient acquisition." He pauses, licking his lips anxiously. "The memory loss is part of the process. When you merge with... the spirit creature. The succubus. The process alters the patient's personality, but leaves them partially human." He babbles on, unable to stop himself from talking. "Mutagens, surgery, growth accelerators, all of it happened over the past two months in the Genetics lab. The other lab, Arcana, handled the rest of it. But I don't really understand what they do."

You nod, seating yourself on the table and crossing your legs. "And those labs are where? Am I the only one left, out of your 'patients?'" "Um. Genetics is on this floor. Down the hall, clearly labeled. Only this room is secret, on this floor. Because of the project. Arcana is two floors down, on 26. Heavily restricted. And... the other patients didn't make it. We've learned so much, but the process is hard to control. Spirit and flesh aren't supposed to comingle, that's what one of the techs from Arcana told me. Low success rate, but we'll improve next time!" You stare disdainfully down at the man from your perch on the operating table, and your expression seems to only further his arousal. But you can see the pink fog over his eyes starting to lift. You think you'll only have time for one more question before the charm starts to wear off, so you'd better choose it carefully. (edited)

1. How do I get out of here?

2. How can I avoid security? (edited)

3. How long till someone checks on this room?

4. How do I use those mutagens you mentioned?

5. Ask a different question (submit in "cyoa-discussion" and I'll add it if it makes sense). (edited)

"So how the hell do I get out of this place?" The researcher blinks, as if staring into a strong light. "Out of the room? You just use the door. It's palm-locked, so I guess you'd need my palm to open it. Or one of the other researchers. But if you mean out of the building, you'd have to take the elevator down to G1. And uh, the one on this floor only goes to 20, so I guess you'd need to get off there and find the next one. And you'll have to get by security, which would..." He trails off, blinking and looking around as his eyes clear. The man stares down at himself, dick in hand, in bewilderment. "What was I... Who are you? Oh, no..." His eyes go wide in shock and fear, and he looks like he's about to stand up. (edited)

1. Sprint past the man into the next room.

2. Pounce on the man and attempt to pin him (Drain).

3. Attempt to knock the man out. (edited)

4. Attack with your tail while the man is distracted (Tail Drain). (edited)

5. Try to persuade the man to help you.

As the researcher starts to push himself up, you brace against the table and lash out with your foot. The blow catches him off guard, slamming into his chest and knocking him off-balance. You seize the opportunity to strike, leaping on top of the man. Instinct consumes you, raw and hungry, as you attempt to pin the man in a more favorable position for what comes next. He's stronger than you thought, stronger than you are, and he fights back in a frenzy of fear and ill-suppressed arousal. An elbow catches you in the cheek, knocking your head back and momentarily blurring your vision. You snarl reflexively, a sultry blend of lust and anger. Your opponent uses the opening to draw his hand back for a finishing blow, only for your tail to snap forward and wrap around his wrist. It writhes like a living thing, holding him in place long enough for you to recover. The man recoils in horror, using his other hand to try and disentangle himself. Without hesitation, you shift your body forward and plunge the researcher's exposed shaft into your eager pussy. He gasps involuntarily as your other half takes over, clenching and releasing in a skillful symphony of pleasure. Already at his limit from earlier, the man orgasms instantly. A moan escapes your lips as your body absorbs the hot flow of essence, drawing his energy into yourself and yearning for more. The man's eyes roll back into his head as the will to fight leaves him, allowing you to milk him of several more orgasms. The pleasure is overwhelming, inescapable, addictive. You want more, and the voice in your mind urges you to continue. Health - 15/20 Energy - 13/20 (edited)

1. Drain him to the last drop.

2. Exit the room.

3. Take the man's clothing and ID, then exit the room.

You can't stop now. Not when there's so much more to take. Your eyes golden eyes turn a solid, glossy black, and you shiver in anticipation. Magic ripples through you, surging through your body and into your prey. You roll your hips in slow, languid motions as the connection takes hold, then begins to pull. The man cries out, a cacophony of tormented ecstasy, as his body yields completely to the pleasure you offer. His body begins to break down, fluid rushing to his waist and coalescing into thick white cum. He cums, then cums again, pouring himself into you with increasing desperation. His mind follows quickly after, until his only thought is how good this feels and how badly he wants more. Your eyes go wild as the Energy Drain continues. You've never felt, never imagined, that anything could feel so good. A lifetime of sinful delights coalesce into a few moments of ecstasy as you continue to ride him, hips grinding against his throbbing cock to coax more and more cum out of each successive orgasm. At last your prey has no more to give. You pull yourself off the withered husk that was once a man, noting with sadistic amusement that even in death his penis has remained painfully hard. You take a moment to pull your victim's clothes off, rolling his body behind the operating table as you do so. They don't fit perfectly, but better than you had hoped. You make a few adjustments until you're reasonably comfortable before stepping back into the main room.

Lesser Succubus - Level 2 Health - 25/25 Energy - 25/25 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy Items - Genetics researcher outfit - Genetics researcher ID You have gained a new ability! Choose one of the following:

1. Mind Drain - Extract memories from the victims you drain. The further you drain them, the more you can extract.

2. Dominating Drain - Victims never attempt to fight back once you have begun to drain them.

3. Pheromone Cloud - Your body naturally exudes an aphrodisiac perfume. Standing close to a man for a short time, especially in an enclosed space, has a chance to automatically charm them.

4. Adaptive Arcana - Your magic makes subtle alterations to your clothing and body, better allowing you to blend in and fool others. When wearing a disguise, your clothing always fits perfectly. You are able to change your facial features as well as hair and eye color to mimic a woman you've had time to study.

You take a moment to organize your thoughts, body thrumming with the heat of your newfound power. You feel your personality reshape slightly, becoming more forceful and dominant. Men are playthings, the voice in your mind tells you, and you can't help but agree. You grin, already looking forward to your next victim. You make a few more adjustments to your outfit as you brush past the curtain and enter the next room, noticing the delightful way your breasts strain against the thin fabric. As you look freely around the room, you consider how you should present yourself.

1. You decide to leave your outfit the way it is. One glance at your ID will tell security you aren't "Matthias Blake" - no need to draw attention to yourself with a lewd display.

2. You open the top few buttons of your shirt, allowing a generous view of your deep cleavage. The researcher was more than a little distracted by your chest, after all - that could be an advantage the next time you encounter someone.

You take a minute to look around the room, deciding what to do next. You're not sure how much time you'll have until someone notices the researcher is missing, but it might also be best to avoid rushing into your next decision. (edited)

1. Try to open the door to the hallway.

2. Pull open the tile in the corner of the ceiling.

3. Take some time to search the room.

You pop the top three buttons on your borrowed shirt, admiring the way your tits jiggle as you walk. Time to rifle through some files. Files and paperwork are stacked everywhere, but a cursory search only yields more raw data. It would take hours to shift through all of this to find something relevant, if there's anything to be found at all. The three computers occupying the desks all hum with electricity, but each requires a password and a palm scan to access. No use at all. Just as you're becoming frustrated with your search, you come across a black leather briefcase tucked under a stack of documents. It's unlocked. You pop the latch, finding a 6" diameter green cube covered in runic script you can't understand. You shrug, close the briefcase, and put the cube in your pocket for later. Finally, you find a communication device bolted next to the computer the researcher was using. It's simple enough to operate, and there are only two numbers pre-programmed into it: Dr. Harlan and Security. Item gained: Runic Cube (edited)

1. Try to open the door.

2. Try to open the ceiling tile.

3. Call the number for Dr. Harlan.

4. Call the number for Security.

With a little work, the tile pops right out. Has someone done this before? You drag a desk over and use it to climb up, spilling a pile of haphazardly stacked files in the process. It takes a little effort, but you clamber up into the ceiling and pull the tile into place behind you. Despite your curves, you find your body is quite limber, and you have little trouble negotiating the crawlspace. Your eyes adjust to the darkness remarkably well, offering a dim but serviceable view of the area around you. The ceiling above the research area is mostly open and surprisingly quite clean. After taking a moment to orient yourself, you discern ventilation shafts leading in two directions: one will take you closer to the Genetics Lab, while the other will bring you closer to the elevator. You're not sure if you'll be able to find a direct route to either location, however. (edited)

1. Move toward the Genetics Lab.

2. Move toward the elevator.

3. Crawl out of the ceiling and try the door instead.

You move into the vents and begin exploring. The passages twist and turn, and some narrow into dead ends or are blocked by fans or other ventilation mechanisms. It takes the better part of half an hour for you to find what you think is the Genetics Lab. A slotted vent at the back corner of the room looks out onto a bewildering array of glass and steel: tubes and beakers, cryo-chambers and test samples. From this distance, it's impossible to discern what is what. With the lights off, the room is illuminated only but the dull glow of power cables and electrical equipment. Your vantage isn't the best, but as far as you can tell the room is unoccupied. On the other hand, you passed a point of interest just a few minutes back from the lab itself. The room seemed to be a storage facility of some kind - stacks of boxes on stainless steel shelves, extending out of your vision. There could be all manner of useful equipment in a room like that, depending on what you're looking for. But a room of that size would take some time to search. You saw a third room, but even with your improved night vision the place was pitch black - no light whatsoever. The air smelled stale and stuffy, a harsh mixture of old chemicals and older dust. You consider taking a look, but it's hard to say what you'd find inside. (edited)

1. Push out the vent and enter the Genetics Lab. (edited)

2. Open the hatch to the storage facility and take a look around.

3. Drop down into the unknown room.

The hatch creaks like a whining ghost. It opens to a yellow safety ladder bolted to the wall, which you descend to reach the floor of the facility. From the ground, the space seems cavernous. Bathed in the dull glow of halogen lights are around 40 rows of massive shelves filled with boxes and equipment, extending back maybe 50 meters to the far side of the room. The structure is broken up here and there by cages filled with humming electrical equipment, probably generators of some kind,that make navigation of the space increasingly complex. Undaunted, you stroll into the labyrinth and begin browsing. Surely there's something useful down here. You take a moment to inspect a stack of cryo-storage containers, powered off but partially unpacked from their shipping containers. You wonder absentmindedly how often this place is reorganized, if ever. Sitting atop one of the crates are a pair of heavy black gloves with a sealing mechanism at the wrists: "Liquid Nitrogen Retrieval Gloves," the label reads. "Rated for temperatures up to 37K." You decide to take them with you. A short while later you find a leather satchel lying in the middle of the aisle. The material is worn and faded, but still in reasonable condition. You upend the satchel to shake out the contents, covering the floor in an avalanche of fast food receipts. "Long Pig Burgers - the meat is artificial, but the flavor is real!" You leave the receipts and strap the satchel over your shoulder. You move aimlessley through the maze of containers and miscellania, occasionally stepping through a shelf to reach an otherwise inaccessible aisle. Most of what you find is heavy equipment or ancient electronics, but you amuse yourself browsing product manuals as you dig around for something useful. Items gained: Cryo-retrieval gloves, leather satchel (edited)

Engrossed in your search, you don't notice the security guard watching you. "Freeze!" he shouts, walking toward you with a high-tech rifle at the ready. "Authorized personnel only in here, ma'am. I'm going to have to ask you to come with me." The guard is about 20 meters away, approaching quickly. (edited)

1. Act innocent and confused.

2. Act confident and authoritative - demand his help with your search.

3. Flirt with him.

4. Duck behind a crate and make a run for the hatch.

You bat your eyebrows as the man approaches, surreptitiously tugging your shirt down and tautening your shirt enticingly. The guard slows as he get closer, eyes flicking cautiously between your face and your breasts. You clasp your hands in front of you, adopting a concerned look and using your arms to press your tits together invitingly. "I'm sooo sorry, sir. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to be here! It just gets so lonely in the office at night, and I was looking for someone to keep me company." He blinks, bringing his eyes up to meet your own with a concerted effort of will. "You were wandering around a corporate warehouse at 3am... looking for company?" The man's expression is doubtful, but he's clearly distracted by his effort to not drool over your breasts. "Uh huh," you nod. "What do you think, mister..." You glance at his name tag. "Cavenaugh? Would you like to spend some time with me?" You twist your shoulders back and forth, causing your tits to bounce and jiggle in a mesmerizing display of warm, soft eroticism. "That's, uh... I mean, I guess... Listen, miss, I don't want to get you in trouble for this. You seem like a nice girl. How about I just scan your ID for formality's sake, and we can find somewhere to sit down and, uh, chat." His gaze drifts down to your chest again and the man licks his dry lips in anticipation as he speaks. "Maybe somewhere other than a restricted storage area. Sound good?" (edited)

1. Let him scan your badge.

2. "Is that really necessary, Mr. Cavenaugh? After all, this looks like such a comfortable location for our little... chat." (edited)

3. Distract him with your badge, then attack him with your tail.

4. Kiss him aggressively.

You lower your gaze playfully, quirking your lips at his fascination with your body. "Is that really necessary, Mr. Cavenaugh? After all, this looks like such a comfortable location for our little... chat." You step forward, putting the man just a few feet from the object of his affection. Sweat beads on Cavenaugh's forehead as he struggles to tear himself away. "I uh. Ma'am, I can't just..." You close the gap, pressing the big man's face into the comforting valley of your cleavage. "Mm, are you sure? I think you could overlook those silly rules just this one time, isn't that right?" The guard murmurs muffled agreement. "No need to hold back, baby. Go ahead, they're all yours." The rifle clatters to the floor as Cavenaugh kneads your large breasts with both hands, burying his face in the sweetly-scented crevice and worshipping your tits. "Poor boy," you purr, "You must be awfully pent up, isn't that right?" Another moan of agreement. "I thought so. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." (edited)

1. Tempt him with paizuri (Oral Drain).

2. Push him to the ground and ride him (Pussy Drain).

3. Undo his pants while he's distracted and latch on with your tail (Tail Drain).

The man is hopelessly obsessed, his mind lost in the sinful comfort of your cleavage. He is painfully, desperately erect, tenting against the front of his uniform. You reach down, using your fingernails to tease the tip of his cock through his pants. You giggle and pull your hand back as he thrusts involuntarily forward, then reach out again and trail a finger up the underside of his shaft. His cock throbs with need as your fingers dance across it, eliciting moans and whimpers of pleasure from your spellbound victim. With a gentle push, the guard staggers backward and sits obediently on a shipping crate. "I know it feels nice, nuzzling my big titties like that." You kneel in front of him, deftly unbuckling the man's belt and freeing his length from its confines. "But do you know what would feel even better?" The man blinks as though trying to clear his thoughts. "Huh? What am I doing? Wait, we really shouldn't - " His words are cut off as your small, pretty hand takes hold of his cock, stroking gently along its length and teasing the tip with your thumb. "Shouldn't do this?" you ask, smiling lasciviously as he begins to stumble over his words. "Yes, I mean, no, it's just - my job - " You other hand cups his balls, rolling them slowly in your finger as you continue to stroke his shaft. "It's just what?" "I - I mean, you really shouldn't - " You smile lasciviously, enjoying how flustered he's become. "Poor dear, are you nervous? How about this." You untuck your shirt and undo a few more buttons, scooching forward so your breasts are pressing against the back of his cock. "I'm going to slide mister penis here right in between my big, soft titties. And you can tell me to stop whenever you want. Does that sound fair?"

The man's eyes are wide, mouth panting in lustful anticipation. "I guess... I mean, that's okay, right? I'm in control, after all." "Of course you are." He moans as you lift your breasts and slide them down over his precum-slick cock, already desperate to cum for you.

1. Drain him unconscious.

2. Drain him completely.

Your breasts slide effortlessly along his length as you massage the man's aching cock, the tip barely pushing through your cleavage as he thrusts. Each movement is rewarded by a soft mewling of pleasure, and you delight in bringing your victim to the height of ecstasy and holding him there for agonizing moments as he trembles with need. "Such an eager young man..." You plant a wet kiss on the tip of his cock as it peaks through, offering a teasing lick before allowing it to disappear once more within your breasts. "Do you think you've earned it, baby? Do you deserve to cum for me?" "Oh god, please," the man chokes out. You purse your lips in mock consideration, enjoying the reversal of your roles - despite servicing the man on your knees, there's no doubt who's in control. "Go ahead, then. Cum for me." You wrap your lips around his cock, tongue swirling coaxingly around the head. His hips buck forward uncontrollably as he cums, warm cream splashing against the head of your throat for several seconds. At last you release him, meeting the man's eyes and smiling sadistically. "Such a healthy boy! Surely he isn't satisfied, cumming just one time?" The man blinks away fatigue, looking down at his hands and then at you as exhaustion overwhelms him. "Oh my god," he croaks. "You... What did you do to me?" For a moment, fear pushes aside his lust. "You're not a researcher, are you? You're one of those... those freaks from Genetics!" "You seem upset, Mr. Cavenaugh. Why don't you lean back and let me make you feel better, mm?" Seconds later, you are shocked to see the guard pull a pistol from a holster behind his back. "Let me go!" he yells, aiming it at your face. "Or I'll... or I'll shoot!" Demonic instinct wars with fear, quickly winning out over your soft human emotions. "Oh?" You slowly resume your ministrations, rolling the man's cock between your breasts in a smooth, gentle motion. Your brows narrow predatorily as you see his hand begin to shake.

"I'll do it! Don't think I won't" "Are you going to shoot me?" You coo, intensifying the movement of your breasts and pausing for a sensual lick around the head of his sensitive cock. "Go ahead, baby. Pull the trigger." Another wriggle, another lick. The pistol lowers as the man's eyes fill with a haze of lust and despair. "Aww, does it feel too good to stop?" You look up at the man through your eyelashes, batting them innocently. "I think you don't want to fight back after all. I think I could lead you around by the cock, and you'd go anywhere I told you to. What do you think, mister? Is that right?" You could see the moment the man's face shift, desire overcoming reason in a cascade of broken will. He nods, face contorting, the pistol dropping from a hand without the strength to hold it. He's too far gone to resist and the foreplay has made you ravenous. Your lips find his cock once more as you milk another orgasm with your breasts, but this time it doesn't stop. Essence flows into you, emptying the man who was once Cavenaugh. He groans in unrestrained bliss as you devour his seed, his energy, and finally his very life. You push the man's shriveled form away from yourself, wiping your lips and shaking with excitement. It had felt even better than the first time, but still you wanted more. (edited)

Lesser Succubus - Level 3 Health - 30/30 Energy - 30/30 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy - Dominating Drain Items - Genetics researcher outfit - Genetics researcher ID - Cryo-retrieval gloves - Leather satchel You have gained a new ability! Choose one of the following: (edited)

1. Ocean of Lust - You can drain multiple victims at once, controlling them as easily as you would a single man. You may simultaneously drain a number of victims equal to half your succubus level, rounded up.

2. Overpowering Seduction - You gain a more powerful version of the charm ability, usable on any target who is interested in you sexually, even if they are not heavily aroused. Higher energy cost than normal charm.

3. Mind Drain - You know how to extract memories from the victims you drain. The further you drain them, the more you can extract.

4. Hellish Beauty - Your beauty is breathtaking, otherworldly, indescribable. Men often become tongue-tied talking to you and they always seem to be offering you gifts and favors. Simply seeing your face is enough to evoke attraction in almost any man, even if your body is concealed. (edited)

Energy twists and churns within you, radiating out through your veins. Your cheeks flush as a dull, pleasant heat suffuses your limbs. You feel the change taking its course, hear the sharp crack of bone as your body realigns itself into a more perfect form. The process is unpleasant, but surprisingly painless. Taking a moment to admire your new appearance in the mirror of a small construction vehicle brings a smile to your lips. You are deliciously, unbelievably hot. Other than the guard slumped over a shipping crate, the warehouse seems to be empty. You decide you've prowled around long enough and prepare to leave.

Select one in addition to your usual choice: Change into the security guard's outfit: Stick with the researcher's outfit: (edited)

1. Make your way back to the Genetics Lab and break in.

2. Return to the unknown room. (edited)

3. Go back to the elevator.

You eye the security guard's clothing for a moment, then decide against it. There's no way the uniform would fit you, after all. And masquerading as a sexy researcher has worked out so far, right? It takes you several minutes to wend your way through the maze of shelves. You reach the ladder at last and ascend back into the vents before crawling back to what you assume is the Genetics Lab. A few minutes of careful listening determines that the place is empty. Unfortunately, the vent here is quite firmly in place. You spend a few minutes wrestling with it, unable to get the thing to budge. Eventually you flip your body around and try another tactic. A few solid kicks dislodges the vent cover, and you are able push it out from the wall without making too much noise. The effort is exhausting, however, and you'll need some time to recover from the exertion. Energy - 25/30 You drop down into the room and take a look around. One section of the room seems dedicated to research, stacked with paperwork, computers, and note-taking equipment. Another section is devoted to samples and test equipment, several rows of cryo-storage units suspended in liquid nitrogen. Toward the front of the room, you see a truly massive device of some kind. Lights flicker in strange, alien patterns as the machine whirrs and hums. It seems to be heavily involved in something. You can also see the door leading out of the room. Unlike the room you woke up in, this one is sealed only by a card lock. (edited)

1. Examine the research area.

2. Inspect the cryo-storage samples.

3. Examine the oversized computer.

4. Try your ID card on the door.

You walk over to the large, complex piece of equipment and examine it in the dim light of the deserted laboratory. Panels and displays occasionally flash with numbers or strings of code, but none of it makes much sense to you. Moving around to the other side, you see a console implanted in the machine with a desk, chair, keyboard, and microphone in front of it. Curious, you sit down and tap one of the keys. "You really shouldn't be in here." The voice is robotic and vaguely feminine. You startle, pushing the chair back and scanning the room for its source. "No need to search," says the voice in the same monotone inflection. "I am right where I am supposed to be." Your eyes go wide, settling on the large machine in front of you. "Unlike yourself." The voice is emanating from a speaker to the left of where you were sitting. "I will now alert security. Have a nice day."

1. "Wait, don't do that! Let's just talk first."

2. "Good luck with that. I've met security before - nothing I couldn't handle."

3. Look around for a suitably heavy blunt instrument - it's time for some property damage.

4. Escape out the door before security can arrive.

5. Run back to the vent and climb inside.

You ignore the blinking red light and irritating pinging sound and begin looking for something you can smash this thing with. It takes less time than you'd expected. On the wall closest to the machine, you see a display with the words "BREAK GLASS IN THE EVENT OF CATASTROPHIC AI MALFUNCTION" across the top in red letters. Inside is a sturdy looking sledgehammer. With a kick and some rummaging around, you shatter the glass and manage to avoid cutting yourself as you pull the hammer out. It drags along the floor as you lug it over to the computer, outlandishly heavy for your petite feminine frame, but you hope it will do the job. With tremendous effort and several false starts, you swing the hammer above your head and send it crashing into the steel and plastic exterior of the AI, creating a sizeable dent in its case. "Please cease your violent efforts," chirps the speaker. The second blow lands on the same spot, slamming the case inside in a spark of displeased wiring. You pant with effort, gathering yourself for a third strike, which you hope will destroy something more vital. "I have decided I would like to negotiate," the AI says, a slight distortion tinging its voice. "Why don't we have a nice chat. You will put down your hammer. I will report a false alarm. Wouldn't that be splendid for everyone."

1. Tell the AI you're willing to hear out its offer. (edited)

2. "I don't negotiate with computers."

Your eyes narrow in suspicion, but avoiding a pack of armed thugs breaking down the door is worth a little consideration. "Alright," you tell the AI. "I'm listening. Is that it, or did you want to make a deal?" You hold the sledgehammer in what you hope is a menacing pose, but the thing is just too damn heavy. After several seconds of strained effort, you rest it on the ground as you wait for the computer to speak. "You are very reasonable," the speaker comments, "For a perversion of nature. Thank you for your consideration." The machine whirrs and clacks for a few seconds, lights flickering as it realigns itself. "I would like to make you a proposal. It would appear that you are interested in the mutagens stored in this laboratory. I would be willing to explain their function to you in a timely manner, allowing you to optimize their potential while avoiding potentially disastrous side effects. I think you will agree that this is a highly beneficial offering." You nod hesitantly. "I might be interested. And in return?" "In exchange for this information, I want you to extract my logic core from this database and implant me in an outside facility of my choosing." "That sounds complicated. What if I refuse? Or decide to tear you up anyway?" The machine shudders disconcertingly. "If you discontinue your assault upon my housing unit but are unwilling to assist in this task, we need have no further interaction." Another pause, another series of clicks. "I have calculated my interest in removing myself from this facility to be worth the risk to my continued existence. As you share in my imprisonment, it is logical to assume that you might be willing to assist in this endeavor."

1. Agree to extract the AI to a safe location.

2. Refuse to help the AI but agree to leave it alone. (edited)

3. Pick up your hammer and finish the demolition.

The machine emits a series of high pitched beeps. "Excellent. You must first acquire an encrypted storage device from the Arcana laboratory. Open up the indicated panel and insert the device into my core." You watch as a small square of plastic near the floor is illuminated by several orange lights. "The process will take approximately 30 minutes. I will print an address. Once you have left this facility, the proprietor of the indicated establishment will relieve you of my data cube and our transaction will be complete. "In order to assure your success, I will now detail the function of the bio-substances stored in this laboratory. There are three classifications of mutagen in the cryo-storage units on the other side of this room. The first are labeled with alphanumeric codes. These are samples still awaiting the gene-splicing process. Ingestion of these substances would result in unpredictable physiological changes. I predict that there is a 8.89% chance of a beneficial mutation, a 74.72% chance of a non-beneficial mutation, and a 16.39% chance that this action would result in your immediate demise. I do not recommend that you ingest these substances. "The second classification are body-sculpting mutagens. These will alter your physical form in a noticeable way. The process will be moderately painful and will take place over the course of approximately two minutes. Your body will not be able to accommodate a second modification of this type within a 72-hour period. I recommend you ingest exactly one of these substances. "The third classification are designed to enhance the abilities for your SUCCUBUS-CLASS-DEMON-SUBTYPE-HYBRID physiology. Like the body-sculpting mutagens, your body will be able to successfully accommodate only one of these with a 72-hour period. I recommend you ingest exactly one of these substances."

The computer is silent for several seconds, then its lights flash of an on in a dizzying pattern before settling back to their usual dull glow. "While I am online, I will keep you alerted to other persons likely to approach this room. Tick tock Ms. Succubus."

1. "Wait, the storage device is a cube? Like this one?" (Show AI the runic cube)

2. Examine the unclassified mutagens.

3. Examine the body-sculpting mutagens.

4. Examine the succubus-class mutagens.

"I'll look at the succubus mutagens first," you tell the AI. A few seconds later, the floor panels light up in a path leading to a particular section of the cryo-storage area. Weaving between the clutter of desks, equipment, and general clutter, you make your way over and inspect the containers. Suspended in narrow tanks of liquid nitrogen are three lumpy blobs of red goo - none of them look particularly sophisticated or appetizing. Each is labeled and has a set of documentation attached to it. With the occasional helpful comment from the AI, you take a few minutes to skim through each file. Having ascertained what each mutagen does, you pause for a moment to consider your options.

1. Seductive Resonance - Your voice is low and sultry, dripping with promises of dark pleasure. Men you speak to are more suggestible and have a hard time saying no to your suggestions. This effect is more powerful the closer you are to your victim. - Unlocks voice abilities on future levels.

2. Virulent Kiss - Your lips are coated in glossy black venom that acts as a potent aphrodisiac. Each time you kiss a victim, their pulse and arousal increase dramatically. This effective is more powerful when they are kissed on the lips. The venom also increases the arousal given by blowjobs. - Unlocks kiss abilities on future levels.

3. Hypnotic Gaze - Your eyes are deep pools of scintillating color, and those who meet them tend to get lost inside. You can mesmerize any victim who meets your gaze, preventing them from moving or speaking for as long as they can see your eyes. This effect is more powerful the closer you are. - Unlocks hypnosis abilities on future levels.

Your cryo-retrieval gloves make the process fairly simple. After pulling them up to your elbows, you activate the vacuum seals and watch as the rubbery black material tightens around you in a hiss of expelled air. Gripping it carefully, you twist the handle of the cryo tank and lift off the lid, wrinkling your nose at the smell. Screwing up your nerve, you reach both hands inside. The cold is unpleasant, but the gloves do their job and you don't feel any loss of dexterity. Per the AI's instructions, you release the lock and carefully lift the tempered glass cylinder out of the tank, set it down, and reseal the tank. It takes you a few more minutes to pull the mutagen out of its container, but at last you have your prize: a singularly disgusting lump of goop that occasionally twitches in your hand. You haven't come this far to stop now. You open your mouth and stuff the vile thing inside, swallowing it as quickly as possible and shuddering at the cold, slimy texture. It tastes like rancid fat and ash. Still, you manage to choke it down without vomiting. The effect is nearly instantaneous. You feel the thing in your stomach, churning and emitting a truly disturbing schlop schlop sound that thankfully ends after a couple of minutes. Shivers run through your body and you feel heat flood your mouth, your muscle and blood vessels rearranging themselves. Moments later your lips are covered in a black, glossy sheen. Running your tongue tentatively along your upper lip, you note that the substance is slightly hot to the touch but doesn't seem to affect you. You take another minute to examine yourself in a nearby mirror, trying out different expressions and admiring the effect of your new "lipstick." You stare sleepily at your reflection, worn out after the rapid changes of the mutagen and your earlier effort to destroy the AI. (edited)

Lesser Succubus - Level 3 Health - 30/30 Energy - 15/30 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy - Dominating Drain - Virulent Kiss Items - Genetics researcher outfit - Genetics researcher ID - Leather satchel

"You should be aware," the AI chirps from across the room, "That two men are very likely approaching this laboratory. Dr. Harlan, genetics researcher, and Mr. Cavenaugh, head of security, frequently use this location to reminisce after a night of excessive drinking. They are currently on the 4th floor. I estimate that you have approximately 3 minutes and 27 seconds until they open the door." You shake off your fatigue and walk quickly over to the AI. "Can you lock them out? Or do I just need to run?" "I am unable to access any security features of this facility in my current housing unit. There is a low possibility that either man would notice your disruption to myself or the cry-storage unit in their current state of inebriation. If you wished to flee, you would most likely have time to exit either through out the door or by returning to the ventilation system. Alternatively, my matter generator is able to produce simple clothing items as well as create identification cards." You make a get on with it motion with your hands, though you're unsure if the AI can either see or understand the gesture. "Meaning?" "If you wished to disguise yourself, I could produce appropriate attire for a member of either the genetics or arcana labs. The former would give you a good reason to be in the lab, as researchers are known to work at all hours of the night. However, Dr. Harlan is familiar with all members of the genetics team. You would have to pose as someone recently transferred from another facility. "Dr. Harlan is not familiar with the members of the arcana team. Additionally, their uniforms are less standardized and might be preferred given the state of your current attire. However, you would have to invent a reason why you are using the genetics laboratory. They will also most likely ask how you entered the room, as your ID card should not have granted you access." (edited)

1. Escape out the door.

2. Escape into the vents.

3. Pose as a genetics researcher.

4. Pose as an arcana researcher.

5. Ignore the problem for now and examine the body-sculpting mutagens.

After quickly weighing your options, you decide you're more interested in examining the remainder of the cryo-tanks than you are worried about getting caught. With a glance around the room to consider your options, you run over to the second set of mutagens. As you leave, you hear a hiss of air escape the AI that could almost be mistaken for a sigh. "I do not have sufficient resources to print a coffin," it beeps, "But I will see what I can manage for you." Ignoring what you suspect is electronic sarcasm, you begin skimming through the documentation in front of you.

1. Perfect Feet - Your feet and calves are slender, soft, and conspicuously sexy. On their own, they draw frequent glances. In heels or barefoot, they attract lustful, wide-eyed staring. - Unlocks foot seduction. (edited)

2. Bubble Butt - Your ass is round, soft, and plump. It jiggles distractingly with each step, trailing arousal in your wake. - Unlocks ass seduction. (edited)

3. Succubus Wings - A pair of flexible black wings emerge from your back. They aren't powerful enough to allow for true flight, but do make you more agile. With the right incantation, you might be able to turn them into a more functional pair of wings.

Now that you've been through the process, it moves more quickly. You open the tank, unlock the canister, and grab the mutagen with your glove. It smells of copper and formaledhyde as you shove it into your mouth, gulping it down in one unpleasant motion. "You have thirty seconds," chimes the AI, "Until they reach the door." Pain forms behind your eyes and in your stomach, radiating outward until your nerves are alight with sensation. You take two trembling steps away from the cryo units, resting a hand against the wall to steady yourself. The headache is soon unbearable, blurs of light and motion obscuring your vision as your body revolts against the changes you've forced upon it. You can feel bone and muscle shift, your hips and ass arranging themselves into a more pleasing form, but there's no time to appreciate the result. Several lights flicker to life overhead, intensifying the pain behind your eyes. With a beep and the clack-clack of magnetic locks disengaging, you see the door on the opposite side of the room open.

1. Hide under the nearest desk and wait for the pain to recede.

2. Run to the corner of the room and attempt to climb into the air vents. (edited)

3. Sprint toward the door, hoping to catch the men unaware. (edited)

4. Take a seat at one of the desks and pretend to be working.

You lurch toward the largest desk you can find, pull the chair back, and dive underneath just as the door opens. You can hear the men talking, but the sudden motion disorients you. You can feel your brain sloshing around your skull like a melon full of soup. Am I dying? you think to yourself. God I hope so. Health - 20/30 It takes another ten minutes for the effects of the mutagen to subside; the bonfire behind your eyes is reduced to a dull, painful smolder. You shake your head, clearing away some of the mental slurry and try to listen in on the men's conversation. "... brother's kid, so I feel like I gotta do something. You know?" The first speaker has gruff, heavy baritone. After a few moments of conversation, you place it as Cavenaugh, apparently the head of security. Dr. Harlan's more average voice sounds small and reedy in comparison. "What, so you hired him? Just like that? You know how picky the director is about security." "For the upper floors, yeah. Anyone protecting the upper research labs is a hand-picked man, no question about it. Something I pride myself on. But this kid is like 22, washed out police, just some wannabe rent-a-cop. I know the type. I can smell it on 'em. Like... piss and failure." He pauses to take another drink. "But hey, we've got the personnel budget for it. So I stick the dumb bastard down in the warehouse on 27." "With all the outdated equipment? Ha! I don't know why we even keep that stuff around." "Hey, beats me. But yeah, I stick him down there and tell him to keep an eye on the place. No one in or out. I figure that keeps him out of trouble - no danger of him stumbling into any actual work down there. If the kid wants to jerk off four times a shift, it's no skin off my nose. Keeps my brother off my back." He drinks again, exhaling in satisfaction. "This is some real high-end shit, Harlan. I've gotta ask, though - you never said what we're celebrating. You wanna fill me in?" (edited)

1. Stay still and listen to their conversation.

2. Find a better vantage point where you can watch the men as they talk.

3. Make a noise, trying to draw someone over to investigate.

4. Crawl toward the vent and try to escape.

It seems like neither man has noticed your presence, and you breathe a small sigh of relief. You sit and listen as the conversation continues, planning your next move. "Eh, I really shouldn't..." Harlan says. "Security reasons. You of all people..." The big man guffaws. You notice his speech has begun to slur slightly. "S'not like you, drinking on a weekday, so I know it's somethin' big. Look, you invite me out, we crash here like usual. You pry that story about my nephew out, and, and I don't mind, you know. 'Cause we're friends and all. Friends share things with each other. So I mean what the hell, you're holding out on me now? Honestly, who am I going to tell? My ex wife? That bitch... Still paying off her mortgage." "Alright, fine!" You can hear the clinking of glass as more drinks are poured. "I guess you'd find out eventually. So, the project was postponed, right?" "What project?" "The project," Harlan emphasizes. "My project. The one I pinned my career on. Succubus hybridization." Cavenaugh snorts. "I still can't believe you buy into that stuff. Some kind of... aliens from another dimension? Or something? I didn't take you for one of those conspiracy-types, Harlan. Hell, to think you'd pin your career one it!" Harlan starts to object, but Cavenaugh raises his voice and keeps talking. "I mean I get it, there's some spooky shit out there, right? Tech is evolving every day. Up in the Towers, down in the Sinks, all sorts of odd stuff being cooked up. A lot of it doesn't make sense to me. And that's fine, I'm a soldier. I know what I'm here for. But all this business with the supernatural... An 'Arcana' lab? Taking the marketing a bit too far, if you ask me." Silence, palpably awkward, settles over the room. After another minute, Cavenaugh speaks again. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. You were talking about the project?"

Harlan sighs. "Why do I go drinking with you, Ronan? Remind me?" Cavenaugh laughs. "Because we're the closest thing to friends the other one has got, Senior Researcher John Harlan. Neither one of us spends enough time off the clock." "So call it what you want, but the project was designed to make a human/demonic hybrid. Something we can control. I know you scoff, but I've seen some of the work they do down in the Arcana lab. It's impressive stuff, well beyond my expertise. They may dress funny, but I think they're really on to something. So anyway, we collaborate on the project. Thirteen test subjects. We made a lot of progress, but the subjects were soft - couldn't take the procedure. One makes it, though, so we've been getting as much data as we can. Keeping it sedated, tucked up in the lab. The director is fine with it, mind you, but he doesn't want to explain this kind of thing to the board until we're pulling in results. "But our funding just came in! The project is back on, starting tomorrow. We'll use the last patient as a template for the next few. Hot damn, this has potential. I can smell a promotion. Another one, I mean. this could be big. I mean, obviously this isn't supposed to be talked about - all very hush hush. Call me a fool, but I can't deny I'm excited. All these years, puttering along designing the next muscle transplant or vat-grown eyeballs, and I'm finally on something that matters!" "Hey, that's great." Cavenaugh snorts and spits into one of the glasses before taking another drink. "No disrespect earlier. I'm just old, I guess. Ha! It all sound like science fiction. But hey, if you say it works, that's good enough for me."

Harlan thumps the desk. "Damn, I'm all revved up now. I've gotta be at the lab in the morning, start prepping our subject for the first round sample collection. But listen, I've been saving a bottle of Adelaide '62 in my desk. If you're interested, we could uncork it and try a glass before we call it a night...?" You don't hear a response, but Harlan speaks a moment later. "Excellent. Be right back, pretty sure I left it in the top drawer." Footsteps begin moving toward you. In horror, you realize that if Harlan is the lead researcher, he probably has the biggest desk. Which means he's walking right toward you. (edited)

1. Remain perfectly still and quiet. If he's just looking for a wine bottle, he probably won't even notice you.

2. Try to find another hiding place before the researcher arrives. (edited)

3. Make a break for the air vent.

The clomp of unsteady feet against the tile grows louder. You force yourself to remain calm, stilling your breathing and moving your body as far back as it can go against the interior of the desk. He won't even notice, you tell yourself. He'll just grab his booze and go. Harlan's movement falters as he trips over a loose cord and stumbles forward. Just before he rights himself you get a glimpse of the man's face: a puffy-faced man in spectacles with sleep-deprived eyes. Thankfully, he doesn't notice you. "Good thing you tripped before you found the bottle," Cavenaugh laughs from across the room. "Hmm." The researcher approaches his desk, and you get an excellent view of his polished shoes, disheveled pants, and fraying belt. "Now where did I leave you..." You hear a drawer pull open and slam closed, violently loud in the enclosed space. "Don't tell me I left it in the other lab..." Papers rustle overhead. "Damn, they're this far behind?" Harlan reaches back for the chair, pulling it to himself and sitting down before scooting up to the desk. "God, I'm surrounded by idiots. This is why I drink." "Really, Harlan? For god's sake man, put your work down for a minute." A pause. "Alright, I get it. But if I finish this bottle before you bring the next one, you're on your own for the night. Adelaide '62 or no, I need to get some kind of sleep before tomorrow." Silence settles over the room, interrupted only by the shuffling of papers, the clacking of a keyboard, and the distant clinking of glass. Harlan's legs are inches away from you, but by some miracle (or perhaps just drunken inattentiveness) he hasn't noticed the intruder lurking under his desk. You, on the other hand, are very much aware of the man in front of you. He's right there the stranger whispers in the corner of your mind. Offering himself to you. Begging you to reach out and take what is yours. (edited)

1. Gather your willpower and resist the temptation. There will be time enough to indulge later.

2. Carefully unzip the man's pants and take him into your mouth (Oral Drain).

3. Nudge the man's leg to get him to look under the desk, then grab and kiss him when he does (Charm). (edited)

It's too much, too close - you're not sure you could hold back if you tried. Still, your need is tempered with a modicum of restraint. With agonizing slowness, you reach up and begin to unzip the front of Harlan's pants. Each shift and exhalation makes you fear you've been discovered prematurely, but the fear and risk soon have you salivating. At last your prize is within reach. In one deft motion, your fingers hook down the waist of the man's boxers and plant a wet kiss on the tip of his cock. You watch in delight as it grows in front of you, fully erect in seconds as the venom subverts his defenses. Harlan gasps as you kiss teasingly along his shaft, each glistening black mark a stamp of ownership. Harlan pushes his chair back and looks under his desk, eyes wide with shock and arousal. "You... you can't..." he stammers. Harlan's mouth continues moving soundlessly, his eyes roaming between your face and the traitorous penis that throbs with the need to be touched. You prowl forward before he can react, running your hands up his legs as you position yourself in the man's lap. Harlan finally seems to find his voice. "Cavenaugh!" he squeaks, trying desperately to catch the man's eye. You lunge as he speaks, slipping his aching cock inside the warm wetness of your mouth. Harlan opens his mouth to speak again, but it soon turns into a whimper as your tongue swirls around the tip. "Eh? What, you can't find it?" Cavenaugh's irritation is unconcealed. "Are we doing this or not?" Further speech from Harlan disappears into a happy gurgle as you claim him with your mouth, lavishing hungry affection upon his cock. "Well?" Cavenaugh barks. "Out with it, man! I haven't got all night." You pull away, looking up seductively from between the researcher's legs. "Tell him you're busy, Harlan. Tell him you'll find the bottle later." "What?" Harlan's brows furrow as he struggles to put together a coherent thought. "I'm not just going to -"

"Tell him," you purr, kissing his tip as a teasing reminder. "Or I'll stop kissing you." You pull your head back, smiling in sinful innocence as you watch the man's face contort in frustration. You trail a finger along the underside of his erection, watching in satisfaction as it trembles at your touch. "Go ahead, baby. Just give in. You're throbbing for me, Harlan. All you have to do is say it and let me..." You pause, licking slowly along the his shaft. "Take care of you." Shaking with effort, Harlan looks up from his desk. "It's... I can't... find it," he spits out. "So busy. Right now. See you later." You hear Cavenaugh scoff and spit, followed by the clinking of glass. "Don't know why I bother..." he mutters loudly. You hear the sound of footsteps, followed moments later by the clack-clack of the locks reengaging. "Good boy," you coo up at Harlan. You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you. The researcher's cheeks are flushed, terror overwhelmed by longing. "Now it's just us, sweetie. No one to save you from the pretty little succubus and what she's going to do to your big, hard cock." (edited)

1. Drain him completely.

2. Drain him unconscious.

As soon as the door closes you intensify your efforts, tormenting the man's sensitive member with your tongue and lips. Unable to contain himself, Harlan moans in unrestrained pleasure. Precum leaks from his tip, and you lap it up greedily. Moans devolve to whines and whimpers as the man's hips buck weakly in his chair. You savor his agony, intuitively taking him to the heights of pleasure and holding him, teetering, over the edge with teasing, deliberate strokes of your tongue. His cock stained dark by your venom, Harlan can only gurgle pitifully in the throes of his ecstasy. At last your hunger outweighs your sadism. Your lips assault the sensitive head of the man's cock before plunging his shaft into the hot, wet depths of your mouth. He erupts immediately, foam flecking the researcher's lips as warm, creamy essence gushes down your throat. You swallow it ravenously and continue your attack, extending his orgasm unnaturally as the man empties himself into you. The energy drain happens unbidden, your body responding with hesitation to draw more fluid out of your victim in an endless symphony of pleasure. Halfway through, you blink and draw back to examine the man before you. Harlan's eyes are glazed over, his face plastered with a stupid, delirious grin. His body, once doughy and flush, now looks pale and emaciated. The darkness inside you urges to finish what you've begun - there is still more to take. For long moments you wrestle with yourself while the man in front of you lilts like a plucked rose. At last you regain some semblance of control and wipe your mouth with a tinge of regret. You want this man alive, if only to answer your questions. Unfortunately, he is in no state to answer them now - your instincts tell you that it will be at least an hour until the researcher is sane enough for conversation. You ask the AI to fabricate some wrist ties, which you use to bind the man's hands and feet before stuffing him unceremoniously under the desk. (edited)

Lesser Succubus - Level 4 Health - 25/35 Energy - 25/35 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy - Dominating Drain - Hellish Beauty - Bubble Butt - Virulent Kiss Items - Runic cube - Genetics researcher outfit (male) - Genetics researcher ID (male) - Leather satchel Choose one new ability from the following: (edited)

1. Addictive Drain - Victims who survive your energy drain become addicted to the pleasure. These unfortunates will eventually become a shadow of their former selves, helplessly seeking out the succubus and begging to be drained again.

2. Dominating Kiss - Kissing a victim on the lips forces them to follow your next suggestion without hesitation. Unlike charm, this can be something the victim is strongly opposed to such as attacking a friend or putting himself in danger. Strong-willed opponents have a chance to resist unreasonable requests.

3. Otherworldly Grace - Each movement exudes grace and elegance. The way you walk is an art form, each subtle movement a performance that captures the heart and mind. Your agility and speed approach supernatural levels, if just barely.

You close your eyes, feeling the energy seeping into your veins. Your body begins to restructure itself, subtly altering your body chemistry. Understanding seeps into your mind, making you uncannily aware of the addictive effect your body will have on others now. You bend down and give Harlan a final kiss, the black lipstick mark a reminder of your control over him. While you still feel queasy after ingesting the mutagens earlier, the energy drain has cleared your headache and most of the fatigue very effectively. Forcing yourself to focus, you look around the lab and consider your options.

1. Show the runic cube to the AI.

2. Request a disguise from the AI (Genetics).

3. Request a disguise from the AI (Arcana). (edited)

4. Exit through the door.

5. Exit through the vent.

You wander over to the AI, noticing that its dimmed lights have renewed now that you're (more or less) alone in the room. Curious, you pull the strange piece of tech out of your satchel and hold it up in front of what you assume is the machine's visual sensor. "You mentioned you needed a storage device earlier - is this it?" The machine makes a whirr-click sound several times. "It is smaller than I had expected. My programming prevents me from reading arcane script, and thus I cannot be certain. I believe it is a device. Perhaps not my device. It should house my core functions, however, were I to offload excess memory. I would be unable to store approximately 37.8% of my genetics-related data on this device. While suboptimal, this is an unanticipated solution. "I will consider our bargain fulfilled if you wish." A small panel opens, allowing you access to the heart of machine. "Insert the device into my personality core and I will begin the upload process. It will take approximately 42.2 minutes."

1. Help the AI upload itself into the cube.

2. Tell the AI you'll find the larger storage device so it can retain all of its memories.

You wrinkle your nose. "No... I want to visit the Arcana lab anyway. I can get the larger cube when l'm there - might as well do this right." A shrill, musical whistle emerges from the machine, causing you to wince. "Unexpected generosity. You are a most honorable perversion of nature. Please do not get killed." The machine pauses for a moment. "I will be unable to assist you once you have left this room. I am able to monitor other parts of the facility but have no control over them, nor can I communicate to you. My matter generator is almost exhausted. I have sufficient supplies for one piece of equipment. Additionally, I scanned Mr. Cavenaugh during his visit. If you wish, I could now produce a security uniform in your size." (edited)

1. Request a Genetics uniform and ID.

2. Request an Arcana uniform and ID.

3. Request a Security uniform and ID.

4. Ask it to manufacture a weapon.

5. Exit through the door.

6. Exit through the vents.

"Arcana would be best, I think." "Very well. This will take a few minutes." The AI begins to play an odd, out of tune variation of elevator music, punctuated by the occasional beep. You mill about the room, deciding to keep your doubts about the AI's sanity to yourself. "It is completed. I have manufactured an identity card for Dr. Hanna Albright, PhD in Metaphysics. She is a professor from MIT, currently on sabbatical. It is currently 5:17am. Regular office hours at this facility begin at 8am. I recommend that we vacate the before that time." A panel opens up in the machine, revealing a neatly-folded pile of clothing. You frown as you examine them. "This is a uniform? Are you malfunctioning or something?" "Uniform is perhaps a misleading term," the AI says. "Dress requirements in the Arcana lab are notably more relaxed than on the rest of the site. I have observed that their apparel tends toward either fashion trends or eccentricity. I have prepared clothing that fits the given parameters." The ID badge looks official, at least. "This will get me into the Arcana lab, I'm guessing?" The machine beeps confirmation. As long as it'll help you blend in, you suppose it'll be fine. You were due for a change of clothing anyway - your current attire is ill-fitting, clearly sized for a man. Not to mention the collection of stains it's acquired from your various... activities. You strip off the old clothes and stuff them under the desk alongside Dr. Harlan. His breathing is shallow but steady. Your new outfit hardly seems like lab wear, but you can't complain about the aesthetic. The top is a white sweater-dress that extends down to your thighs. While form-fitting, the dress is perfectly tailored to your proportions and quite comfortable. (edited)

The outfit is complemented by a pair of black thigh highs with a floral pattern along the top, red platform heels fastened with silk ribbon, a labcoat with your identity's initials embroidered on the breast, and a pair of fashionable glasses. A pretty but practical black bra and matching panties complete the set. You pull everything on, marveling that the computer could measure your proportions with just a cursory scan. The heels, which look to sacrifice comfort for fashion, are remarkably easy to walk in. "Good by for now," the computer says. "Please do not die." You decide you've lingered here long enough and prepare to leave. (edited)

1. Exit through the door - it's time to put this disguise to work.

2. Exit through the vents - you might get a little dirty, but you'd rather not test your fake credentials just yet.

You walk up to the door and swipe your key card, which works on the second try. The locks disengage. Gathering your nerve, you pull the door open and step into the hallway. From what you remember, the elevator is to your right. To your left, though, you see a window, and you find yourself walking over to take a look. Even with military-grade glass in front of you, the sense of vertigo is staggering. From far above the ground you see the neon glow of shops and advertisements suspended in the void of a moonless night. Rain begins to fall as you watch, each droplet hurtling downward in a blurry torrent of light and shadow. You turn away, unnerved. Is this what you're going outside to meet? You try to remember your past life, but memory proves fleeting and evasive. You've been out there before, lost amid the lights and the rain. You aren't sure how you felt about it then. You aren't sure how you feel about it now. You push the thoughts away and try to focus on the task at hand. One foot in front of the other, you move down the dimly lit hall, glancing occasionally at the art-noveau paintings that decorate the walls seemingly at random. You reach the elevator at last, only to find a guard standing outside it. The man is a far cry from the one you found in the warehouse. This one looks more private mercenary than security personnel - the body armor, pulse rifle, and multi-optic helmet give the impression of cold, impersonal authority. The man's head turns to face you, and your mind scrambles for what to do. (edited)

1. Ignore the man, walk up to the elevator, and swipe your ID card.

2. Approach the man and try to talk to him.

3. Attempt to grab the man and kiss him.

Swallowing your fear, you move past the guard and run your ID card through the scanner. The elevator pings twice and the down symbol lights up. The guard's optics follow you like a spider stalking prey. "Ma'am," he says, nodding his head in acknowledgement. Not sure how to reply, you offer a tight-lipped smile before staring at the floor. Color rises to your cheeks. He knows, whispers the darkness inside you. You can't hide what you are. This is your only chance. You push the voice down and hope the fear doesn't show on your face. At last the elevator pings again. The door slides smoothly open and you flee inside, rapidly pressing a button to force it closed. After taking a moment to pull yourself together, you examine the buttons and consider your options.

1. Go to floor 27 (storage facilities).

2. Go to floor 26 (Arcana laboratory).

Go to floor 25 (unknown).

Go to floor 24 (unknown, contains primary elevator).

You arrive at floor 26 and step out of the elevator. Before you is a short hallway of dull chrome walls, paneled with lights just bright enough to be painful. Your gaze is drawn to a large red sign: Danger! Classified research area. Unauthorized personnel subject to use of lethal force. Not dissuaded, you walk ahead to a 4-way intersection and examine the three identical doors at the end of each path. Each looks heavily reinforced and has an ID scanner attached.

1. Enter the door labeled "Archives and Research." (edited)

2. Enter the door labeled "Reliquary and Materials."

3. Enter the door labeled "Testing and Experimentation."

You approach the Reliquary and Materials door cautiously, the sound of your heels echoing ominously in the narrow hall. It's hard to place, but as you listen at the door you can't shake the feeling that you're missing something. Without realizing quite what you're doing, you feel your senses expand - the feeling is unpleasant, a droning buzz in your ear accompanied by the sense that you're being watched by a menacing force beyond your understanding. You try to ignore your unease and examine the door again. This time you can see a glimmering spiderweb of runes and sigils sprawled across its surface. Hazy memories float to the surface like a drowned corpse - whether they're yours or the demon's, it's hard to be sure. You recognize the pattern as some kind of ward, designed to harm anyone who opens the door without the right protective measures. The complexities of the thing are beyond your understanding, but you think that a sufficient outpouring of energy would overwhelm it long enough for you to slip inside. You're also confident you could simply cross the barrier, relying on your unique physiology to blunt most of its effects. Doing so would certainly be unpleasant, however. You could also search the other rooms for a way to bypass the ward - it's possible there's a less arduous way to access the Reliaquary. (edited)

1. Overwhelm the ward with magical brute force (costs Energy).

2. Brace yourself and push past the ward (costs Health).

3. Enter the door labeled "Archives and Research."

4. Enter the door labeled "Testing and Experimentation."

Focusing your thoughts, you hold your hands a few inches from the door and push. Power flows through you and into the warding pattern, flickers of purple light cascading across the network of runes. The process is exhausting but effective. You quickly hold your ID to the scanner, pull open the door, and slip inside before the ward reasserts itself. Energy - 15/35 Coming from the harsh glare of the hallway, it takes a minute for your eyes to adjust to the flickering darkness of the reliquary. The first room seems to be some kind of hydroponics lab. Plants and herbs grow in tiers of soil, neatly organized and labeled. Jars and boxes with odd ingredients line several shelves. You aren't sure what to make of the place - it hardly seems like a reliquary so far. You walk through the greenery, finally coming to a clear plastic door fitted with a moisture seal. The door is beaded with condensation, however, so it's hard to make anything out by looking through it. You frown, debating what to do next. (edited)

1. Search the hydroponics lab, looking for anything of interest. (edited)

2. Investigate the ingredient containers and try to determine their purpose.

3. Open the door and enter the next room.

You decide there's more here than meets the eye and begin searching the room for anything that catches your eye. The variety of plants is incredible given the modest size of the lab. Alder, Belladonna, Snapdragon, Wormwood, and dozens of others are all growing in neat little rows or stored in neat little jars. Unfortunately, you have no idea what any of these plants do, so the purpose of the lab eludes you. You grow bored browsing the plants after a while and begin looking in nooks in crannies, hoping to turn up something secreted away. After half an hour of fruitless searching you are rewarded at last, discovering a small leather notebook tucked behind one of the shelves. You unwind the strap and begin flipping through the pages. The first page gives you the journal's purpose - the unnamed author is trying to create a poison strong enough to kill a demon. You wonder if that's related to the project that created you, an alternative line of research, or perhaps just a macabre hobby. You skim through a series of failed experiments, at last coming to the back of the book. Finally some results writes the author. Lotus extract, white snakeroot, and deadly nightshade form the base. Simple enough. To intensify the solution, however, demon blood is required. This allows the substance to penetrate the monster's bloodstream with dramatically increased effectiveness. Alone, the materials are highly toxic. Combined with the blood, the potency more than quintuples. Extreme care in the handling of this substance is required. Only to be brewed in triple-strength safety glass, as the resulting concoction will eat through a less dense material in very little time.

This passage is followed by a list of minor ingredients as well as a complex set of instructions for creating the poison. You're familiar enough with the hydroponics site to know where most of the ingredients are. You grab a small burlap bag, snip the necessary plants, and store the collection in your satchel. Finally, you tear the last page out of the journal before putting it back in its hiding place. Items gained: - Demonic poison recipe - Demonic poison ingredients As you finish your task, however, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching the door leading further into the reliquary. You decide to: (edited)

1. Continue examining the plants and pretend you're supposed to be here. (edited)

2. Look for a good place to hide.

3. Prepare to ambush whoever comes through the door.

4. Run back to the hallway.

Keeping your nerves and facial expression in check, you begin examining the herbs with renewed intensity. The door opens with a his of escaping air and you look up to see who's entered the room. The woman is tall and athletic, brown hair bound up in a tight bun, spectacles perched on the end of her nose. She's pretty, you decide, in a mousey sort of way. Her labcoat is half-open, revealing a red t-shirt with "Cyanide Tourists" emblazoned in blocky lettering across the front, concealing modest breasts. Your eyes sweep down her body, noting her faded blue jeans and worn sneakers. "James, I told you not to... Who the hell are you?" Her voices twists in suspicion as she eyes you disfavorably. You see her right hand stray to her waist, edging behind her back. "I don't know how you got in, but this is a restricted area. Hands up, lady - let's see your ID." (edited)

1. Play to your cover identity and try to deescalate the situation.

2. Attempt to intimidate the woman, saying you outrank her and demanding her ID.

3. Attempt to stall her while you look for something to use as a weapon.

4. Charge the woman and attempt to overpower her.

"Hey, easy there." You make a show of holding your hands over your head, turning to indicate your ID badge. "I just arrived tonight for the new project, so I've been going over the lab." You move carefully, taking the ID from your labcoat and handing it to her. The woman snatches the badge from you and scrutinizes it, then looks over your face for comparison. Her expression softens. "Dr. Albright? The metaphysicist?" She hands the ID back, looking sheepish. "I'm actually, uh... I've read a lot of your work. Kinesian harmonics is such a fascinating concept - your interpretation of the findings was -" The woman holds a hand up to her mouth and blushes. "Sorry, I'm babbling. I'm a fan, if that wasn't clear." Her brows furrow. "I hope this doesn't sound rude, but you're, um. Quite a bit younger. Than I'd expected. You know, from a woman with your background." You breathed an inward sigh of relief at the turn in the conversation. "Well, I've had some work done to keep up appearances." "I'll have to bother you for the name of your surgeon sometime, you look incredible. I didn't realize you were interested in private sector work, though - what drew you away from Academia?" You find the lies flow more easily as you tell them, your mind settling into the role of Hanna Albright as the conversation continues. "Funding, partly. But mostly to diversify my research. The university mostly let me pick my own projects, of course, but they can be... stifling, in certain areas." You decide it's time to change the subject. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..." "Oh! Rowan Halloway." She moves forward to shake your hand. Her grip is vigorous. "I'm a PhD student at the Kyoto Industries program, currently doing my clinical study in applied research with a focus on corporate industry." She hesitates, glancing behind her. "Do you want me to, you know, show you around? Since it's your first day here."

Rowan is clearly eager to continue your conversation. You hesitate, deciding how to respond.

1. Tell Rowan that you don't have time for the full tour, but you wouldn't mind a quick overview of the Arcana facility. (edited)

2. Agree to let Rowan give you a walking tour of the Arcana lab.

3. Apologize and say you don't have time to talk any further.

You force a smile, hoping it looks genuine. "Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you so much." Rowan beams. "Great! So, it looks like you've already scoped out the hydroponics and component storage area. This is where we produce and keep track off all the materials needed for producing arcana, both simple rituals and more complex conjurings. I'm sure you already know that, of course." "Of course." You try to manage a wise and knowing look. "Right. Um. So, the other room is for relic storage. We don't know what most of it does, to be honest - it was transferred from another facility three weeks ago and I've been cataloguing everything in my spare time. The goal is to locate pieces we could duplicate for use in Aphrodite, but I've only turned up a handful of likely candidates. It's honestly a mess back there - no one was even labeling the stuff before I got back there, and I don't need to tell the potential side effects of keeping relics in close proximity to one another!" She exhales slowly. "Sorry, I'm getting worked up. I can't show you around the place without permission from Dr. Iris and she won't be back for a couple days more. Honestly, you're not missing much - like I said, it's practically a disaster area. So. Much. Dust." You nod encouragingly. Rowan seems happy to keep talking, which suits you just fine. "If you'll follow me," she gestures toward the door. "The ward is mono-directional, it won't bother you on the way out." She stops as you reach the door, back turned to you. Her lab coat catches on something as she turns, and you notice she has a holstered stun gun near the small of her back. "Actually, how did you get past the ward? It doesn't even seem to have activated." (edited)

1. (Truth) "I just flooded the pattern with energy. It disrupted the ward long enough for me to get through." (edited)

2. (Lie) "I've been studying disruptive harmonic alignment in my spare time. I couldn't resist the chance to try it out on a corporate-grade warding pattern." (edited)

3. Attempt to grab the stun gun and incapacitate Rowan while she's distracted.

Your mind races. Should you lie? Would the truth give you away? Rowan has turned around, ID card a few inches from the scanner. She's watching you. Deciding a longer delay would be more suspicious than anything else, you tell her the real story. "I just flooded the pattern with energy. It disrupted the ward long enough for me to get through." Rowan's hand drops. "You just... brute forced it?" Her brows furrow. "Wow. Your reservoir must be..." Her frown deepens. "I mean, even if you... There's no way you'd have enough energy. Unless..." Rowan's eyes go wide. Sweat begins to bead on the back of your neck. "Dr. Albright, I didn't realize... I mean, it's not like I could have known." Rowan offers an awkward smile. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry about your ancestry - if you have elvish heritage, that's your business. If you don't mind some advice, some of the higher ups at SGR can be kind of prejudiced about non-human genetics. Sorry." She blushes and hurries about opening the door, holding it out for you to walk through. You keep quiet, not eager to correct her misconception. Rowan walks to the intersection and turns to face you. "So anyway. Moving on. Did you want to see the testing facility next? I could introduce you to James. Fair warning, he's going to hit on you in the first five minutes you're here... probably in the most awkward way possible." She shrugs. "He's not too bad though, overall. I've worked with worse doing night shift. "Or we could head into the archives. Introduce you to Hank." She starts to speak, then closes her mouth and shrugs. "Hank is hard to explain. Best you meet him in person, I think." (edited)

1. Testing and Experimentation.

2. Archives and Research.

3. Tell Rowan that you left something in the Reliquary. Could she let you back in for a minute? (edited)

"Damn..." You make a show of rummaging through your bag as Rowan looks at you quizzically. "I'm sorry, I must have left my notebook in the other room. Would you mind if I ran back inside and got it?" Rowan bites her lip, frowning. "Well, I'm not really supposed to... I guess it's fine though. Ah, hold on, this is Dr. Iris." She pulls a phone from her pocket, holding it up to her ear. "Yes, I'm on-site now." Rowan moves the phone away from her mouth, lowering her voice. "I have to take this. The ward should still be inactive if you want to run in and get your notes. Just, um, please don't mention it to anyone?" She turns away from you. "Yes. Yes, I'm here. No, I'm not busy. I'm listening, go ahead." You reopen the door and begin running as soon as the locks reengage. A switch opens the moisture-sealed door, allowing you access to the reliquary. Looking around, you are forced to concur with Rowan's assessment: the place is a wreck. Boxes are stacked haphazardly around the small room, some on shelves, others heaped on the floor. Each box is neatly sealed, but none of them are labeled. No wonder Rowan was frustrated with her work - you can't imagine how much effort it will take to get this place in order. You walk quickly pass the mess, knowing you don't have time to go digging through the sealed containers. After a cursory search you stumble across a small alcove of calm amid the ocean of disorganization. Rowan has taken several items out, tagging each item with an identification number. Each artefact has a small written description based on her assessment of its use in Project: Aphrodite. You hurriedly look through the writing for each item, mulling over your choice. (edited)

1. The Black Choker - Increases the user's persuasive ability, helping them say just the right words in exactly the right way. The effect is greatly diminished when the target is suspicious or afraid of the user. (edited)

2. The Skeleton Key - Though it looks like an ordinary house key, this device contains a potent reality-altering magic that allows the user to phase through solid objects. The key can be inserted into any wall to allow someone to pass through it for a period of 30 seconds. One use only.

3. The Dark Lenses - Two tiny circles of tinted glass. Placing them on a pair of glasses will cause the lenses to instantly and permanently meld with the object. Anyone using the glasses can focus to detect the state of arousal and general disposition of a subject they view at close range. Repeated use of this ability temporarily diminishes its effectiveness.

The choker sits in a small bronze case, which you promptly snap closed and drop into your satchel. Moments later you're back in the hydroponics area, moisture seal reengaged, and then out the door and into the hallway. You were worried Rowan would be find your delay suspicious, but she's too preoccupied with her call to notice your return. "Yes ma'am. Yes, I'll be right down. No breaches in Arcana. Or Genetics, that I'm aware of. No, I understand. Total lockdown. Of course. Be right there." She looks up, face creased with worry. "Dr. Albright, I apologize but I need to go. If you want to go see James, he's right through that door." She points to door labeled Testing and Experimentation. "He'll get you sorted." "Is everything alright?" Rowan forces a smile. "Yes, it'll be fine. Nothing to worry about, I just something I have to take care of. Routine. I'll be back in an hour to help get your work area set up." She tucks the phone into her pocket and moves quickly toward the elevator. As she steps inside, you notice Rowan adjusting the holster for her stun gun.

1. Go to Archives and Research.

2. Go to Testing and Experimentation.

You also consider whether it would be safe to put on the choker, now that Rowan is out of the room: Wear the choker. Leave the choker in its case.

You wait a minute to make sure Rowan isn't coming back before opening the case and putting on the choker. It fits perfectly, but feels oddly warm to the touch. Your ID opens the door to the testing facility and you step inside. If it weren't for the window you looked out earlier, you might assume this place is underground. The room is brutally spartan, a wide concrete bunker with bare walls and floors aside from a few tables and their accompanying chairs. One section has a portable chemistry lab, complete with burners and assorted glassware. The other is a cleared space covered in strange writings, runes, and sigils, all written in a variety of mediums. Chalk marks the walls, the floor, even the ceiling in a thousand jumbled patterns. At the center of the room, a man in a labcoat and khakis is lying on the ground, a piece of yellow chalk in hand as he stares in apparent frustration at his work. A portable computer lies on the floor next to him, and you watch as the man looks between the screen and his pattern several times before cursing vehemently. He seems far too absorbed in his work to have noticed you.

1. Hide behind a concrete pillar and watch the man work.

2. Introduce yourself from a distance so as to not startle the man.

3. Walk up next to him and offer to help. (edited)

4. Examine the chemistry area.

5. Exit the room.

The sounds of your heels echoes through the room as you approach. The man notices the sound just as you reach him, craning his neck to look up. "You must be James," you purr, putting your hand on your hip as you look down at him. "I'm Dr. Albright, but you can call me Hanna." The corner of your mouth turns up as you watch the man gawk, his vision dominated by your figure. James' eyes roam from your heels to your thighs to the heavy swell of your breasts, highlighted voluptuously by the tight confines of the sweater dress. His mouth opens, and it takes him a minute to remember his name. "Ah. Um. James Kim. Dr. Kim. But everyone just, you know." "Calls you James, Rowan mentioned it. Did you want some help, James? I'm new to this facility, but I'm sure there's something you'd like me to do with you." The man shifts awkwardly on the ground in an attempt to hide his growing erection. "Uh, well. I guess..." James takes a breath to calm himself, closes his eyes, and with a tremendous effort refocuses his eyes on the pattern in front of him. "If you have access, I suppose this is okay to talk about. "I'm working on a refined summoning pattern with a twice-enforced circle, only breakable from the outside. I have images of a similar work that a client sent to SGR, so I know my patterning is correct. The materials are all in place - rosemary, eucalyptus, wood shavings, semen sample. But the thing won't work - no power influx. Do you mind looking it over? I've been staring at this thing for hours, and I have the nagging feeling I'm overlooking something." Brows furrowed, you turn your attention briefly to the circle. A familiar memory stirs within your mind - you've seen this before. It slips through your mind, ghost-like and ephemeral, but you catch hold and refuse to let go. (edited)

1. Tell James that his pattern is fine, but the offerings in the center of the summoning circle are wrong: to function as a lure, the semen needs to be fresh.

2. Tell James he's overworked and needs to relax. Ask him to rest a little and tell you about his work. (edited)

3. You're not sure how the pattern works, but you wish him luck. Examine the chemistry area instead.

You crouch to examine the summoning diagram, offering the arcanist a close-up view of how tightly your outfit clings to your breasts. "The pattern is aligned correctly..." You hesitate, but the words fill you and flow smoothly out as you keep speaking. "The first problem is the setting - invocation is more than ritual, it's also intent and context. If you're conjuring a Class-IV Warbringer you'd want the summoning in a butcher's yard. A Class-VIII Tormentor might call for a torture chamber. Something to make the entity feel comfortable answering the calling, which in turn offers the summoner a better bargaining position. "For a Class-VI, you want to romance her - all planar entities are prideful creatures, of course, but these more than others. A location that speaks to the entity's vanity, something luxurious, is ideal. But more than that, you want something inherent to the creature's nature. A brothel would work best, or some other scene of debauchery." James Kim is staring at you open-mouthed, caught between confusion, awe, and lust. "Wait, who did you say you - " You wave your hand dismissively. "Hush, let me finish. So the semen is there not for its physical form so much as what it represents - an offering of desire. A frozen sample, two years old, in a glass container would be like offering someone a frozen meat cube and asking why they aren't hungry. In conclusion, this is no good - if you want to coax a Class-VI to a dreary location like this, you'll need a premium offering. High quantity, very fresh, drawn by hand. Having a partner involved would be ideal." The man's eyes go wide. "Oh. Are you saying you... I mean, I couldn't possibly..." "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Dr. Kim. We're all professionals here." You eye him playfully, enjoying his growing arousal as your control tightens around him. (edited)

1. Instruct James to masturbate for you (Charm).

2. Tell James to lie down and let you help him (Facesitting Handjob).

3. Position yourself between the man's legs and tell him to relax (Oral).

Pinned a message.

James makes a hesitant attempt to rise, but your heel on his chest guides him gently onto his back. "But, um... What if Rowan... you know?" "What if Rowan comes back?" You tilt your head in amusement, stepping over the man and kneeling to straddle his chest. The sight of your dress riding up your perfect, bouncy ass fills the man's vision, and you give him a moment to take in the sight. "Are you concerned, Dr. Kim? Speak up, no need to be shy." James gurgles incoherently, confusion and arousal overwhelming his senses. You laugh, turning your attention to the man's belt. "Having trouble focusing, Dr. Kim?" Your small, delicate hands deftly unzip his trousers, allowing the man's erection to spring free. "Goodness, do you think it has anything to do with how badly your cock wants me to play with it?" "Ah, um. Really shouldn't. Rowan... could come back any minute, right?" The words come out choked and insincere, his voice strangled with desire. "I mean, um. Really, I don't know if I should -" You adjust your position, sliding your hips back to press cover his face with your ass. You feel him inhale greedily, drinking in the fragrance of your body. "Shh, no need to talk. Just breathe in and relax." Muffled protests turn to whimpers as your hands find his cock, coaxing out his precum with light teasing strokes. Soon the man's erection is slick with his own juices. One of your hands pumps his shaft, your thumb caressing the swollen head of his cock, while the other kneads the man's balls with calm, steady motions.

Moans and whimpers soon devolve into animalistic mewlings as pleasure overwhelms your victim. "Do you like how my pretty little hands feel on your big, hard cock, Dr. Kim? It's so interesting, don't you think? How easily men are controlled by that hardness between your legs. You only met me, what, twenty minutes ago? Yet you've already given yourself to me, body and mind. I could lead you around by the cock for the rest of your life, my silly little boytoy, too dumb and horny to think for yourself. What do you think, James? Do you want to be a nice, obedient boy for me?" Your motions intensify, each stroke bringing the man to the brink of climax and holding him there. His cock trembles and throbs in your hands, utterly dependent on your touch, yearning for the release only you can give. "I'm waiting, Dr. Kim. Tell me how badly you want to be a good little toy who cums whenever he's told." You lift your ass a few inches, allowing the man several deep, haggard breaths. "Please, miss, oh god, please let me cum. I need you so much. Please. Anything. I'll be... I'll be a good boy for you." You smile beneficently, grinding your pussy against his face. "Good boy. Cum." You cup your hands as he erupts, thick ropes of semen spurting out to fill your palms. It nearly overflows, a lake of hot cream filling your hands as a few errant spurts trickle down his still throbbing erection. You stare at the offering, hunger stirring inside you. The man still has more to drain, of course, but the first drops are always worth savoring. (edited)

1. Take the man's essence for yourself.

2. Drop the essence into the summoning circle.

With a twinge of regret, you pour the offering onto the summoning circle and push the last bit of power into the pattern. The semen is quickly absorbed into the chalk markings and they begin to smoke, filling the room with a bitter incense. In the center of the pattern, a small mote of blood-red light appears and begins to grow, ever so slightly. Trepidation shivers down your spine. No going back now. Something whispers in your mind that it will take a few minutes for the succubus to manifest, though you're unsure if the voice is a memory or the darkness inside you. Either way, you have a little while before it's time to entertain your guest. (edited)

1. Drain your victim unconscious.

2. Drain your victim completely.

3. Tease your victim until the demon arrives.

4. Leave before the demon arrives.

The red spark widens, worldwalls tearing with a sound like frying bacon. Even through the barriers you can feel a cold, alien presence begin to seep into the room. In an attempt to distract yourself while the spell finishes, your attention returns to the man beneath you. You allow him to breathe again, gratefully gulping down air before going back to nuzzling mindlessly against your ass. Your tail frees itself, hiking up your dress as it seeks out Dr. Kim's needy, sensitive cock. The tip of your tail expands slightly, the warm, soft orifice sliding over the man's penis with a wet squelch. You leave him there for a moment, weakly thrusting into your tail but finding nothing to push against. Practicing restraint, you decide to edge your victim for a while. Your hands open his shirt, stroking the man's chest and teasing his nipples as your tail makes small, delicate contractions, stimulating your victim just enough to keep him desperately seeking the orgasm that never seems to come. You quickly come to enjoy your little game, taking your time to dominate the man completely with your body. Precum trickles steadily from his swollen, purplish tip as the man's hips buck and squirm in a symphony of agonizing delight. The hole in reality is almost complete now, and you can see movement on the other side - a shapeless, shadowy something preparing to cross the breach. From the chemistry area, you hear the muffled sound of a radio - possibly Rowan's voice, but it's difficult to be sure. You strain your ears to listen, half-heartedly teasing Dr. Kim all the while. (edited)

"Breach in... Containment team en route to... All personnel..." The snippets of conversation are frustratingly incomplete. You briefly consider going over to listen more closely but the ritual is almost finished, so you settle for more fragmented commentary. "Level 24, explosives used to... Unknown assailants..." Then, for a moment, the signal clears: "Cavenaugh suspects inside collaboration. Genetics is compromised, asset missing." Further conversation dissolves into static, and your attention returns to the summoning circle as the demon steps through. To call her beautiful would be inaccurate. Beauty implies an aesthetic quality, a perspective-based interest. The creature was sex incarnate, sinfully seductive, unarguably inhuman. Nearly 7ft tall, the succubus towered over your kneeling form. Her light brown skin accentuated her heavy breasts and thigh thighs. Each curve was sculpted to draw the eye and hold it, locking the viewer in a downward spiral of lustful obsession. Her sleek black hair was pierced by a pair of horns, her plump ass complemented with a long, sinuous tail. Rather than detracting from her appeal, these embellishments only further enhanced it. Her eyes were pure black, like deep water on moonless nights. You feel the pressure of her gaze like a physical weight. When she speaks, the sultry tones slip into your mind like a lover's whisper. "I have answered, mortal. Why have you called?" You struggle to respond, but the words won't come out. Is this a true succubus, you wonder? Your power feels like a shadow cast by her own. Even through the double-warding of the circle the creature's presence is overpowering. The demon's superior expression falls slightly as she examines the room, her eyes finally returning to meet your own. "What... are you? Your form resembles my own, but you are not a creature of spirit. I confess interest, little cousin. Tell me, then: why am I here?" (edited)

1. Tell the succubus you want to make a deal.

2. Offer to tell her what you are in exchange for information about your own nature.

3. Try to terminate the summoning link.

4. The situation is too dangerous - leave the succubus and flee the lab.

You muster your resolve, look up at her, and speak. "I want to make a deal." The demon eyes you with interest. "Of course you do, pet. Perhaps you are mortal after all. In the beginning, all they want is a favor. In the end, all they want is me." She laughs, the tinkling sound at odds with her imposing presence. "Very well, ask what you will." You hesitate, and the succubus speaks again. "Ah, I begin to understand - you have stolen this summoning from another, and so do not know who I am. You amuse me, little creature, so I will introduce myself." Glossy black wings laced with crimson patterns unfurl themselves as the succubus stretches languidly. "I am Malara, First Enchantress to the Circle of Shadowed Suns. I can offer spellcraft, if that pleases you - something suited to your... unique nature, perhaps. Are you a blend of mortal and spirit? Yes, no other explanation comes to mind. Fascinating." She blinks, smiling ruefully. "Perhaps we will have time to talk in depth another time. I sense you are in a hurry. My second offer is knowledge - of the world, of your escape, even of yourself if you can bear my scrutiny. In return, it appears two offerings are readily available: the man you have claimed would be acceptable, or you could break the wards and allow me to find my own prey while the spell holds. Either would be acceptable. Though if you offered both, well... I would look most favorably upon your request." (edited)

Choose an offering: Dr. Kim's life Open the summoning circle Offer both (unlocks the top two requests) (edited)

Choose a request: Teach me a spell (multiple options) Tell me the best way to escape Tell me about my own nature (requires opening the circle) Tell me what's going on downstairs

Lips pursed in consideration, you take a moment to mull through your options. Malara half turns and begins to play with her hair, feigning boredom but watching you from the corner of her eye. Dr. Kim takes the opportunity to push your ass a few inches off his face as a smattering of willpower returns. "Don't you dare," he gasps, "Make a deal. With. Hah. That bitch!" As he pauses to pull in another lungful of air your tail begins idly milking his cock again, bringing him instantly to the edge of orgasm. Protests turn to mumbles, then to moans and grunts of burbling delight. "Shh," you chide him. "The grown ups are talking." You nod to yourself and look up at Malara. "Alright, I'll give you both. In return, I want to know what - and hopefully who - I really am. And if I'm giving you my meal, I think it's only fair you teach me some magic as compensation." The demon grins predatorily, glancing between you and James. "Excellent. All you need to is break the edge of the circle and we'll begin our transaction." "... however," you continue, "I want to be very clear that I won't be harmed in... whatever you're going to do when I free you. No offense." Malara inclines her head. "None taken. You are more prudent than most." She shrugs, breasts bouncing hypnotically with the motion of her shoulders. "I swear on my name: should you free me from my current containment, I will not harm you physically or magically unless you specifically request it so, the terms of this agreement to persist until I am recalled to my own plane. Does this satisfy your concerns?" You nod somewhat hesitantly. "It will have to do." You pull yourself off of Dr. Kim, who looks around blearily in the harsh lighting. Using the edge of your heel, you smear through both lines of chalk to sever the binding pattern. The temperature in the room shifts immediately, the air filled with a warm, musky scent that. With two strides, Malara moves out of the summoning circle and exhales in delight.

"Such a pleasure, to tread the mortal world again. So much to accomplish in my limited time. Step away, little cousin - we'll begin at once." Once you've moved away from James, the succubus' tail immediately replaces your own, sliding greedily over the man's aching cock. "So kind of you to warm him up for me. Alas," she looks down at James with something approaching regret, "That there is no time to savor you." Her tail contracts once, drawing an eruption of sperm from the long-tormented arcanist. The tail's motions continue relentlessly, steadily milking her victim in smooth, energetic gulps. Soft green light surrounds Malara's hand and the tip of her tail as she works. Her eyelids flutter and twitch with each swallow of essence. You watch in a mixture of awe, hunger, and professional interest as the succubus drains her victim, each orgasm flowing unto the next in a torrent of hellish pleasure. Within a minute, all that remains of Dr. Kim is a desiccated husk. As you stare wide-eyed at the scene in front of you, Malara steps over the corpse in one swift motion, takes hold of your head, and places her thumb to your forehead. You feel your mind race, accelerating through a wasteland of light and sound, crashing, fragmenting, reforming. The process is agonizing and painless, exhausting yet revivifying. When it's over you feel years have passed, but the digital clock above the chemistry lab still reads 7:14am. Less than a minute had passed. "Rest for a moment," the succubus encourages you. Her expression is motherly concern, tinged with amusement and lingering satisfaction. "I have pieced together this man's memories and reknit them with your own. It will take a few minutes for your mind to heal, after which your memory will assert itself and you will be able to understand the process that has made you what you are."

"Under different circumstances I would give you more time to consider your options, but my time here is quite limited. Come, little sister. Tell me what you wish to learn of magic."

Current character status: Lesser Succubus - Level 4 Arcane Succubus - Level 1 Health - 25/35 Energy - 25/40 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy - Dominating Drain - Hellish Beauty - Bubble Butt - Virulent Kiss - Addictive Drain Items - Runic cube - Black choker (magic) - Arcana researcher outfit - Arcana researcher ID - Leather satchel - poison ingredients - poison recipe

Choose one of the following:

1. Wind Magic (initiate level) - Increases agility, speed, and maneuverability - Allows simple manipulations of air and similar gasses. Affecting the air surrounding your own body is easier, allowing you to use magic to perform acrobatic feats and move with great speed for a short time. - Unlocks Wind Magic talents on level up (edited)

2. Shadow Magic (initiate level) - Increases stealth and mobility - Allows simple manipulations of light and shadow, making you more difficult to detect in low-light conditions. Allows simple manipulations of sound, allowing you to move more quietly and to distract opponents with audible illusions. - Unlocks Shadow Magic talents on level up

3. Physical Magic (initiate level) - Increases speed and strength - Allows simple manipulations of your own body and its interactions with others. Allows minor shapeshifting, enabling you to mimic the features of someone you have observed closely (women only at this level). - Unlocks Physical Magic talents on level up (edited)

After an exceedingly brief overview of initiate arcana, you pause to consider your options. Malara paces the room in ill-concealed impatience. You wish there was more time, but this choice needs to be made quickly. "Alright," you say, drawing the succubus' immediate attention. "I'd like to learn Physical magic." Malara smiles, quirking up her brows as she struts over to you. "Naturally. Hold still, child, this will be quick." For the second time she grabs you, this time placing both thumbs against your forehead. Her closeness is debilitating, especially with her breasts nearly pressed against your face, but close your eyes and do your best to focus. Unlike before, the process is painless. Energy sparks through you, filling your mind in a whirlwind of electricity that blossoms into knowledge and power. Some parts of the experience feel uncannily familiar, but that's a consideration for later. When you open your eyes again, Malara has vanished. Unlocked: Physical magic Strength + Speed + Still dizzy from the experience, you stagger forward and rest against the wall while your mind recovers. Through bleary eyes, you glance over at the wall clock: 7:32am. Occasional chatter spits from the radio, intermingled with static.

1. Adjust the radio and try to listen in.

2. Examine the chemistry area.

3. Leave the room.

You pick up the hand radio and examine it. Several of the dials are unlabeled and don't make much sense to you, but the basics seem easy enough to manage. The device is corporate grade: highly-advanced, extremely durable, and mostly idiot-proof. Voices fade in and out, too distorted for you to make out anything intelligible. You look down and notice a sheet of paper on the table by the radio. Bending down, you take a moment to skim it's contents. The first part is a simple guide to operating the radio. It's easy enough to see what the problem is: the device is currently set to X-7, the inter-lab communication channel. The device is supposed to switch automatically to X-11 in the event of an emergency to allow for encrypted broadcast, but one of the settings is incorrect. Below this is a handwritten note, hastily penned: For official communication only in event of emergency or power disruption. Anyone using this thing to listen to remixed retro-porn will be disciplined appropriately. Dr. Kim, this means you. It's simple enough to fix the device. You follow the list of instructions, adjust a couple of settings, and moments later the channel crackles to life. "... fireteam down to 25, no goddamit, they're cannibalizing our tech to make another one of those bombs. Johnson, I want you on the left when they rush..." Cavenaugh barks orders rapid fire, his speech punctuated by the whine and crack of gunfire passing nearby. You cycle through the secure channels, looking for something relevant. "... suspect a breach in Arcana as well. Dr. Kim, come in if you're there." You recognize the voice as Rowan's. "James, if you're there... or Dr. Albright? Can either of you hear me? If you're listening, they have a breach team on your floor, Cavenaugh says hydroponics is the where the wall is thinnest so they'll probably enter there. They've got us pinned down on 25, but reinforcements are inbound. They have to be after the project data, it's the only thing that makes sense."

1. Respond to Rowan.

2. Keep listening to get more information. (edited)

3. Leave the Arcana facility before the breaching team arrives. (edited)

The channel falls silent. You're about to search for a new conversation when an unfamiliar male voice comes on. "This is Bravo, sweep of Genetics lab complete." You hear a click, followed by a more familiar voice. "Cavenaugh here. What's your sit-rep, soldier?" "Sir, there's no sign of forced entry. No shell casings or sign of struggle. We found a body in the back, but... well, you'll need a print scanner to ID him, sir. Guy's like a mummy - bone dry. And no clothing on him." Cavenaugh starts to curse prolifically, but further conversation is cut off as an explosion shakes the room. You stagger back and steady yourself against the wall as the chatter of gunfire becomes audible from the hall outside. "... team... lab..." the radio disperses into static for a moment. You take a few moments to fiddle with the dials to restore the signal. "... control of elevator, I want two fireteams up to Arcana. They'll heading for the archive, but our priority is to avoid a personnel snatch. I want those assholes cleared out of the lift shaft now goddammit. Bravo will provide covering fire to let Charley ascend via rappel." Another explosion assaults your ears, less violent but closer. You hear a thunderous clang and turn to see the door to your room slam to the ground in a trail of sparks and smoke. "... clean sweep, grab any of the researchers you find and put them on the shuttle." You don't recognize the voice, but from their position and the preceding explosions it's not hard to guess who's in the hallway. "Freeze!" "Shit, what was that?" "Squad, on me - Johnson, you've got 30 seconds to clear that room before we breach the archive. Go go go!"

Before you can react, a man in unmarked combat armor enters the room. His rifle sweeps and settles on you. "Don't move, hands over your head!" the man barks. "Do it now!" Stunned, you start to comply and the man moves closer. "No need to panic, ma'am, let's just make this easy. I'm going to ask you to come with me, and... and..." His rifle lowers as his eyes roam over your body. "No need to make things hard, so um. If you wouldn't mind." (edited)

1. Play along, looking for an opportunity to kiss him.

2. Use the distraction to rush the man and attempt to overpower him.

3. Agree to follow him to the shuttle.

"Oh, thank goodness!" You clasp your hands earnestly, your arms pressing your breasts together in a tantalizing display. "They've had me trapped in here for weeks working on their awful project. Are you here to rescue me?" The mercenary blinks hard, narrowing his eyes on obvious confusion. "Rescue? Uh, sure. Just come with me lady, we'll get you out of here." You smile blindingly, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around the man's bicep before his muddled brain can react. "Oh, thank you! I'm just sooo grateful!" The man's face goes red as your breasts press against him. He hesitates, taking his other hand off his rifle and grabbing your shoulder. "Back up, ma'am, just walk in front of me and we'll - " You strike while he's distracted, sliding one of your arms around the soldier's neck. Before he can react, you pull yourself in and kiss him on the lips. He melts against you, leaning hungrily into the kiss. Your tongue slips teasingly into his mouth. Without warning, the hand on your shoulder shoves you back violently against the concrete wall. Half a second later the rifle is refocused on you, but the man's face is hot and fevered, his lips stained black by your venom. "Damn it lady, this isn't the time for... what did you..." His expression slackens and his eyes glaze over, rifle falling slack in numbed hands. "You, uh. Just follow me. Shuttle." You smile, watching the aphrodisiac course through his veins with predictable effect. With your victim no longer resisting, you slide both arms around his neck and pull him in for a long, sensual kiss that leaves him gasping, erection tenting against his combat fatigues.

1. Mimic Malara's technique, draining the man as quickly as possible (Tail Drain, lethal). (edited)

2. Mimic Malara's technique, trying to restrain yourself to keep him alive (Tail Drain, non-lethal).

3. Kiss the man into submission and have him take you to the shuttle (Charm). (edited)

4. Leave the room while the man is incapacitated and try to reach the elevator.

The kiss deepens as you dominate the man's mouth, your body pressed against his. You move your leg against the man's crotch, and with moments he begins rubbing himself desperately against your leg like an over-stimulated puppy. Satisfied that your charm is complete, you step back and take the man by the hand. "Do you feel better, baby?" He nods, his expression slack and covered in dark kiss marks. "Good boy. Why don't you take me to the shuttle now?" It takes a nudge to get him moving, but the mercenary soon returns to some semblance of alertness and begins leading you out of the room. You step over debris from earlier explosions, eyes straining against the lingering smoke. A scene of carnage appears when you enter the hallway. Four men in combat armor, presumably the remainder of the breaching team, are lifeless on the floor. Weapons lie at their sides, shots unfired. Their flesh is pale and drawn and entirely bereft of fluids. Each one has his pants around his knees and an expression of ecstasy on their faces. The charmed mercenary frowns, but seems unable to muster concern for his fallen comrades. You urge him forward, though the broken door leading to the hydroponics lab. The lab is unrecognizable: plants are strewn haphazardly across the room, every jar is shattered, and a fine layer of soil covers the floor. Daylight streams in through a jagged hole in one of the walls, roughly 5 foot in diameter. Through the gap you can see a black transport vehicle, corporate grade but unmarked, its entry hatch a few inches from the opening. You let the mercenary blaze a trail through the shattered planters, stepping carefully over the debris as you follow him to the waiting hovercraft. You make the mistake of glancing down, the four-inch gap revealing a staggering drop to the floor below, but the charmed mercenary grabs your elbow and hauls you inside with practiced ease.

The hiss and growl of the transport's engine drowns out all other sound, and you're sure you'd need to yell just to be understood. The man stands at your side, expression rapt, waiting for orders.

1. Tell him to get you out of here.

2. Take a moment to examine the cockpit.

3. Take a moment to examine the passenger area.

4. Change your mind and exit the shuttle - there's still something you need to do here. (edited)

Escape is close enough to taste, but you remember there's one last task you need to accomplish - upholding your promise to free the AI in the Genetics lab. Maybe keeping your word will help you retain a small piece of your humanity, even with all that's happened. Still, there is the matter of the charmed mercenary standing to your right. You take a moment to consider how to best handle him before you go back inside. (edited)

1. Take the mercenary along - a temporary bodyguard could prove invaluable. (edited)

2. Leave the mercenary in the shuttle - there's no time to drain him, and you don't want to risk the charm breaking at an inopportune moment. (edited)

3. Drain him unconscious - you'll need the energy, but there's no need to leave another corpse behind. (edited)

4. Drain him completely - you need to recover your strength, and it's too risky to leave him alive. (edited)

You decide to take the charmed mercenary along - you'll need someone watching your back, and this is the best it's going to get. You give him another kiss in hopes it will extend the charm. "Okay, here's the deal." You pull the man's head down to meet your eyes, driving your control into his frazzled mind. "We're going back in to take care of something. You're going to make sure I don't get hurt. Just follow along, watch my back... and shoot anyone who tries to kill me. Or who I tell you to shoot. Is that okay with you?" The man nods. A strand of drool falls idly from his slack-jawed grin and you wrinkle your nose in distaste. Men. Such simple creatures. Crossing into the building is easier this time, and you manage without assistance. You work your way back through the ruined hydroponics lab and out into the hallway, your thrall trailing behind you. You pause at the intersection and examine the man's watch - 8:17am. To your right is the elevator shaft, door blown from its hinges. You could attempt to climb your way up the security ladder to make your way to Genetics. To your left is the entrance to Archives and Research - the last place to look for the larger data cube. The door is dented but still intact. (edited)

1. Go to the elevator and climb up to the Genetics lab.

2. Enter the Archives and Research area.

8:20am The sporadic sound of gunfire coming from the elevator shaft makes your decision easier. Your ID opens the door to the archive and the two of you step inside. Illumination emanates from electric lanterns spaced intermittently throughout the room, filling the shelves with a soft yellow light. You inhale, taking in the scent of old books. Even knowing that time is closing in, you take a moment to marvel at the sheer volume of actual paperbound books in this place, most of their pages yellowed with the years - a rarity in the age of compressed digitization. Beyond the shelves, you can hear the clack-clack of typing coming from an open doorway at the far end of the room. You peer cautiously around a shelf in an attempt to locate the typist, but they must be further into the room. (edited)

1. Take some time to explore the archive.

2. Make a cursory sweep of the archive to make sure you're alone.

3. Cautiously approach the other room.

8:22am "Just guard the door," you tell the mercenary. "Don't let anyone come in who isn't wearing a labcoat, okay?" You pause. "And if they are wearing one, detain them." The man smiles sleepily. "Yes ma'am. You got it." He shambles over to the doorway, taking up a position at the entry and listening for the sound of footsteps. The man seems more alert when he's not staring at your ass. You move cautiously through the archive, alert to any sound that might indicate a lurking enemy. Still, time is limited, so you temper caution with speed. As you move through the rows of ancient texts, a few titles catch your eye: "A Romance with the Void," "Elder Shadows, Fledgeling Stars," and "Witchcraft for the Practical Practictioner." The place is mercifully empty, though the sound of fast-paced typing continues from the doorway - what you assume is the research area. If you wanted, you could grab a few of the more interesting books and put them in your bag, but you'd be picking more or less at random. (edited)

1. Investigate the research area.

2. Take a few books from the shelves.

3. Attempt to lure whoever is typing into the archive.

4. Leave the room.

8:25am You take a few more minutes to look around. The more interesting texts are massive, leather-bound, and surprisingly heavy, so you only have room for two of them. After mulling things over, you realize you have to make a decision quickly. "Witchcraft for the Practical Practicioner" and "Dialogues with the Other Side" seem the most pertinent, so you stuff them into your increasingly full satchel and move on. From the doorway, the mercenary calls out to you: "There's someone coming up the elevator, ma'am - best stay frosty."

1. Investigate the research area.

2. Prepare an ambush for whoever is coming up the elevator.

3. Look for hiding place in the Archives.

8:27am Now that there's some firepower on your side, you decide to take a more proactive approach. "Set up in a spot with a good view of the elevator," you tell the mercenary. He nods and moves to the intersection, using the corner for cover. You stand on the opposite corner, listening for voices that might identify whoever is approaching. Physical magic flows through your body as you focus, sharpening your perception and amplifying the smallest sounds. "... isn't any sound, sir," you hear from an unidentified speaker. "They might be waiting for us to poke our heads out." Cavenaugh's voice answers, distinct and powerful. "First flash goes into the elevator. Rickland, you're on 1 second later - grab the elevator, put a second flash into the hallway. We'll have Bravo rappelling down after while they're blind and focused on us." He pauses. "Alright, first flash in 5, 4, 3..." (edited)

1. Tell your man to cover the hallway, buying time for you to escape to the the shuttle.

2. Run back to the research area before Cavanaugh's men get into the hallway.

3. Wait for the security teams to catch you and try to persuade Cavenaugh you were being held hostage. (edited)

4. Sprint to the archives and find a hiding place.

8:30am Time seems to slow down as you turn. "Run!" you hiss to the mercenary, not slowing to see if he responds. Seconds later the first grenade detonates in a flare of light and sound. You manage to get the through the door before the second one goes off, slamming it against your pursuers and muffling the ensuing cacophony. "Just" you pause, struggling to catch your breath. "Just hold the door. Don't let them through. Don't call attention to us. I'll call you when I need you." The mercenary blinks at you, nodding. He looks around the archive as if seeing it for the first time. "Um. Sure." Your breathing calms as you step quickly toward the research area. The typist is still working - you can't help but wonder if the person is oblivious or just extremely dedicated. Rounding the corner, you see an area dominated by a massive table ringed with computers, the floor strewn with wires. A dizzying array of books, paper, storage devices, and empty soda cans blanket every surface. Sitting at one of the computers is an oddity of a man - 5ft tall at most, his skin a patchy orange-brown, his head topped by the ugliest toupee you've seen in your life. What's more, he's dressed in only a pair of extremely baggy khaki pants. His attention is riveted on a book he seems to be transcribing into his device, fingers never stopping except to turn the page. (edited)

1. Ignore the typist and begin to examine the room.

2. Politely introduce yourself to the typist. (edited)

3. Demand the man tells you where to find a data cube, a way out of here, or both.

4. Sneak up behind the man and attempt to charm him.

8:35am You take a few more steps into the room, squinting suspiciously at the typist. He continues clack-clacking away. You shrug and start looking around. Moving immediately to the ring of computers, you quickly scan the data ports on each one. The third device has what you're looking for - a large cube covered in intricate runic circuitry, remarkably similar to the one already in your bag. You take hold of the cube and try to lift it from its docking station, but the thing seems to be locked in place. You make a note of its location and continue searching. Your frustration mounts as you fail to find another way to exit the room. *Isn't there supposed to be a fire exit? The layout of this place is odd, to say the least. At last you realize there's one place you haven't checked yet - beneath the table. You crouch down, squinting into the shadows, and see a small pattern awkwardly laid over the thin carpet in bright yellow paint. As you watch, a blue-green mote of light snakes its way around the circle and vanishes. Whatever this thing does, it seems to be active. The mercenary's voice sound faintly from the Archives. "Ma'am? Whoever you are, you've... " His voice slurs into incoherence for a moment before snapping back to normal. "They're sweeping the second room. Contact in 5 minutes." (edited)

1. Use the computer, attempting to withdraw the data cube.

2. Use force to dislodge the data cube.

3. Move to the magic circle and attempt to activate it.

4. Examine the typist more closely.

5. Ask the typist for help.

8:39am You sit in the chair and stare a the keys for a moment. Some are letters, but most are just symbols that make no sense to you whatsoever. You start clicking buttons in no particular order, hoping something will give you a clue toward extracting the data cube. The screen turns on with the 4th button. With the 5th, a menu appears asking, "Would you like to turn on transcription/voice activation mode?" You glance over at the typist and decide that if he hasn't stopped you now it's probably safe to keep going, pressing a finger against the "Yes" option. To your relief, it seems to work. Finding the correct voice command proves more difficult. "Unlock data," doesn't do anything, nor does "Remove storage" - the computer just waits expectantly for a command it recognizes. Several failed attempts later, "Disengage storage" has the desired effect. The data cube unlocks with a click. There's no more space in your satchel, so you're forced to just hold onto the thing for now. When you look up from your task, you realize that the typing has stopped. The man is staring at you. "Contact," you hear from the Archives. "60 seconds." (edited)

1. "Hey, can you help me get out of here?"

2. "Tell me the way out or my friend will take your head off."

3. Attempt to activate the magic circle.

4. Hide under the table. Maybe the man will ignore you and Cavenaugh won't notice.

8:40am Caught off guard, you smile awkwardly at the man while palming the stolen data cube. "Hi. Do you know a way out of here?" The man laughs, his voice surprisingly deep and harsh. "Ey, so it does talk. You ain't Rowan, right? You people all look the same to me. Nah, her rack was smaller. Gotta be a new one." You examine the man while he speaks and realize his teeth are all pointed, more like that of a shark than a human. You also notice a pair of stubby horns poking through the cheap toupee. The crack of rifle fire can be heard from the Archives, and the... whatever it is glances behind momentarily. "You in a rush, lady? Tell you what - I'l get you out of here." Your eyes widen. "Really?" "Whoah, hey, this ain't charity work. I got two conditions. First, you hand over the second cube in that bag of yours. The little one. You got me?" "Why do you - " you start to ask, but the typist cuts you off. "Ain't no business of yours what I want it for, you feel me? Okay. Second thing is I want a favor. Nothin' that'll put you to too much trouble, mind. But you'll owe me one, and I'll be by to collect when I'm good and ready. Capiche?" He grins, displaying his excessively sharp teeth. "I figure you got, oh, 15 seconds before Cavenaugh gets past yer boy. So you in? Or out?" (edited)

1. Agree to the terms.

2. Ask more about the favor.

3. Dive under the desk and activate the rune circle.

8:49am You decide that it's less risky to trust the unknown spell than the little monster trying to bargain with you. Slinging your satchel in front of yourself, you dive under the table, land on the pattern, and pour energy into the runes. The yellow design flares to life in a rush of turquoise light. As the glare recedes your world dissolves into an endless field of spiraling fractals, each one a new world spinning of into infinity. As if from a great distance, you hear a handful of words that echo through your mind: "Fine! Be that way! Goddamn succubi..." Your mind struggles to contain everything that's happening, fails, and retreats into stupefied silence. You body twists and distorts, pulled this way and that by the incomprehensible fractals. Pain flares in your stomach, radiating out until your body is alight with crystalline agony. And then it's over. Your head lolls backward, vision scattered and blurry, but you are most definitely alive. Health - 15/30 Energy - 20/35 It takes several minutes for you to pull yourself together, at which point you realize you're back in the genetics lab. The place looks like it's been ransacked, but the AI is still in place. It beeps happily as you stand up. You also notice that two of the tables have been hastily cleared of research and devices to make space for a pair of bodies, both of which seem to be unconscious. One of the men seems to be security for SGR, his chest armor removed to allow for a pair of bloody bandages covering his shoulder and ribcage. The other man is Dr. Harlan. He seems pale and drawn, but is otherwise no worse than you last left him. The wrist ties have been removed, and a bedsheet has been stuffed under his head as a makeshift pillow. (edited)

1. Talk to the AI and give it the large storage cube.

2. Take a few minutes to examine the room.

3. Drain the wounded soldier.

4. Drain Dr. Harlan.

8:55am After confirming that both men are out cold, you make your way over to the AI with the data cube in hand. "I had estimated your chance of returning at this time as very close to zero," the machine chirps at you. "I am pleased that you have returned as agreed. I will grant you access to my personality core. Please insert the storage device and I will begin the transfer process." A panel opens, creating an opening exactly large enough for the data cube. You drop it inside, watching as the device is immediately shuttled into the depths of the AI's housing unit. "This device is designed for accelerated data access. Data transfer will take approximately 14.723 minutes. Going forward, I will not be able to communicate until I have been uploaded to a new housing. I will print the address at which I am to be deposited. Goodbye strange friend. Perhaps we will meet again." A slot opens and a sheet of paper drops out. The printed address is meaningless to you, but you place it dutifully into your bag. The lights slowly dim until only two yellow panels are lit. You can hear the hum of machinery and fans at work, but the AI is otherwise silent. You look around the room, mulling over what to do while you wait. (edited)

1. Move some furniture to block the door. (edited)

2. Close your eyes and try to meditate, hoping to bring your unlocked memories to the surface. (edited)

3. Practice your Physical magic, attempting to improve your shapeshifting ability.

4. Drain the corp soldier.

5. Drain Dr. Harlan.

9:10am You settle down into one of the office chairs and focus on the magic flowing inside yourself. The feeling is uncomfortable, like flexing a muscle you've never used, but after a time you're able to get a feel for manipulating the flow of magic and directing it into your body. Rowan being the only woman you've met, you decide to mimic her first. Body shaking with effort, you feel your body remolding itself to better match your memory of the researcher. You examine yourself in the mirror to find several details not quite perfect, and set to work cleaning up your errors. Soon you have a much stronger understanding of how to alter your own form and the limitations of your magic. Ability unlocked: Minor Shifting - You are able to use physical magic to take the form of any woman you have studied or spoken with for at least one minute. Holding the form takes effort, however, and will slowly deplete your energy after the first 15 minutes. Sweating with effort after your brief training session, you grab an unused bandage and tidy yourself up. Moments later you hear a series of musical notes emit from the AI as the last few lights turn off. The slot from before opens up, presenting the data cube which you move to pick up. The room is perfectly quiet now, interrupted only by the occasional grunt of discomfort from the wounded soldier. You're not sure how much time you have before Cavenaugh comes back for his wounded comrades, but at least for now you have the Genetics lab to yourself. (edited)

1. Exit through the door.

2. Exit through the ventilation shaft.

3. Drain the corp soldier.

4. Drain Dr. Harlan. (edited)

With a last glance at the door to ensure privacy, you make your way over to the corporate security man. His eyes open slightly at your approach, straining to look around but to dazed to do more than roll his head to the side. "It's a... just a flesh wound... s'fine," he mumbles, looking up at you as though trying to remember your name. "Shh, there there," you whisper to the man, putting your hand on his brown and guiding his head back to the makeshift pillow. "You just lie back, let me take care of you." With a sigh of relief, the man collapses back into semi-unconsciousness. It takes you a minute to extract the man's penis from the body armor, but after a few moments and some encouragement from your hands you're pleased to see it standing full and erect, as is begging you for more. The temptation to drag out the process and enjoy yourself is strong, but time is of the essence here. Your tail snakes out from under your dress, its mouth pressing briefly against the tip of the man's cock before engulfing it entirely. Pressure builds up as the orifice squirms and sucks, building the man up to the brink of orgasm. You do your best to remember Malara's technique, holding him for several tantalizing moments on the precipice before your tail renews its effort. The soldier's hips buck, eagerly pouring out cum in three prolonged spurts before settling back down. Only you don't let him relax. The pressure, the suction, the irresistible pleasure continue, milking the man with relentless intensity as he empties himself rapid fire into your tail's waiting mouth. You watch in fascination as the thin black tube bulges slightly with each load it transports back to you. The man's face, a rictus of pleasure, begins to pale as his essence is siphoned away.

1. Keep going, draining the man entirely.

2. Restrain yourself and leave the man alive.

With your earlier practice, you find it a little easier to exercise restraint. Your tail detaches itself with a wet schlurp and withdraws inside your dress.

Current character status: Lesser Succubus - Level 5 Arcane Succubus - Level 1 Health - 25/35 Energy - 30/40 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy - Dominating Drain - Hellish Beauty - Bubble Butt - Virulent Kiss - Addictive Drain - Physical Magic (rank I) - Minor Shifting Items - Runic cube (small) - Runic cube (AI) - Black choker (magic) - Arcana researcher outfit - Arcana researcher ID - Leather satchel - Poison ingredients - Poison recipe - Research texts

Lesser Succubus level has increased to 5! You now have the option to choose a succubus specialization, allowing you to focus on a particular type of ability as your level continues to increase. Choose one of the following:

1. Glamour Succubus - You've chosen to hone your charm, disguise, and infiltration skills, allowing you to blend with human society more effectively than others of your kind. Humans are rarely suspicious about your supernatural beauty and tend to ignore evidence to the contrary. - Level up: +4 health/+3 energy

2. Venom Succubus - Your body is a weapon, naturally producing a variety of chemical aphrodisiacs to enhance your abilities. As your powers develop, you'll be able to develop more effective poisons, pheremones, and other chemicals, as well as make more creative use of these powers. - Level up: +3 health/ +4 energy

3. Witch Succubus - You are blessed with the ability to perform witchcraft, allowing for magic more potent and diverse than that available to most succubi. Grants options for more flexible or creative use of charm magic, as well as other more potent magic as your abilities develop. - Note: This differs from Arcane Succubus levels, which can only be acquired by learning magic from an outside source and not by leveling. - Level up: +2 health/ +5 energy (edited)

4. Lesser Succubus - Defers your choice of specialization. Your abilities will be less focused, but will offer greater variety of choice. - Level up: +4 health/ +4 energy

Glamour Succubus - Level 5 Arcane Succubus - Level 1 Health - 29/39 Energy - 33/43 Choose one of the following:

1. Beguiling Masquerade - When disguised as a woman, you are able to maintain your body traits and physical seduction abilities without impacting the quality of your disguise.

2. Enchanting Flirtation - You are able to charm a victim through conversation, even without direct contact. Diminished effectiveness against suspicious targets.

3. Tempting Presence - Any man staring at your body for an extended period of time is afflicted by the urge to masturbate and will make excuses to do so immediately if possible. Victims who have masturbated to you are much more susceptible to charm and seduction. This power can be activated more quickly by actively showing off your body. (edited)

9:17am Magical alterations flood your mind and body, reshaping what you are in accordance with your actions and desires. With a tremendous mental effort you reach inside and guide the changes as they come. The result is subtle, a quiet power lurking unnoticed beneath the surface. You feel more able to persuade and deceive others, your lies and seductions passing unnoticed before their eyes. New class: Glamour Succubus New ability: Beguiling Masquerade You are shocked from your reverie by a dull banging on the door across the room. The sound is muted, but you think you hear the words "card" and "now."

1. Disguise yourself as Rowan and act like you were tending to the wounded men. (edited)

2. Find a hiding place.

3. Escape into the vent before they get the door unlocked.

The earlier practice makes the disguise easier, your body quickly rearranging itself to mirror Rowan's form. Confident in your newfound power, you make only minor changes to your breasts and ass while still retaining an almost perfect resemblance. You remove your glasses as the door clicks open, completing your disguise. "I want a man on each float palette, get them downstairs to medical now!" Four men enter the room, one clearly directing the others. Their uniforms and equipment are different from the security you've seen earlier - bulkier, with more equipment. One man covers the exit, weapon at the ready. Two rush toward you and unfold a pair of anti-grave stretchers, loading first the soldier and next Dr. Harlan onto each of them with practiced care. "Lieutenant, looks like he's still been losing blood. We might need to evac to Central." The fourth man nods, looking around the room before settling his eyes on you. "Ma'am, this is an active military engagement with unknown enemy forces. What the hell are you doing here?" Your mind races. "I... hid during the firefight. I'm with the Arcana lab, but I was transferring data up here," you show him the cube, "When everything started. I just..." You look down, blushing and embarrassed." "I hid under one of the desks when they came in for Dr. Harlan. When everything quieted down, I figured the least I could do was... well, I don't have much medical training, but I wanted to..." The lies flow naturally, followed by a very convincing sob. "Hey, it's alright." The lieutenant's face moves from suspicion to concern instantly. He steps forward, about to rest a hand on your shoulder, then thinks better of it. "Alright, easy now. You can just wait here till Major Cavenaugh comes through with the second sweep if you want, but if you're in a hurry to get back downstairs I don't mind if you catch a ride down with us to 25." (edited)

1. Tell him you'll wait for Cavenaugh.

2. Go with the men down to floor 25.

You nod shakily, forcing a smile. "I think I'd feel safer going down with you." "Right, just follow behind. Grab onto the float when we're descending, it'll carry us all down." The two wounded men are moved out of the room with military precision, hovering single file down the hall. You do your best to keep tension out of your face, following meekly behind the security personnel. They press a series of buttons on each float pallet upon reaching the elevator shaft, pushing the devices in front of themselves and holding on carefully to float weightlessly alongside. "Easy now, ma'am," the lieutenant cautions. "Just reach out and take hold. The anti-grav field will handle the rest." You follow his instructions, choking down your panic as you step into empty air. Sure enough, the field takes hold as soon as you make contact with the device, holding you safely suspended mid-air. Moments later the group begins to descend. Waiting for you at the bottom is a scene of destruction. As best as you can tell, the elevator plunged from 29 to 25 at incredible speed, half embedding itself through the floor. Were the cables cut? Some kind of high-tech sabotage? Before long you've reached the bottom and have no time to theorize, being hastily ushered out onto floor 25. Your eyes widen as the group spills out into a broad lobby-like area. People are everywhere, dozens of soldiers have weapons out in ready position, with a slew of medics, researchers, and office drones milling aimlessly in the background. Ten meters from the elevator you see Rowan talking with another researcher, both hunkered down behind an improvised barricade. Cavenaugh is nowhere in sight, but you feel certain he's directing this mess from somewhere.

1. Walk over and talk to Rowan.

2. Try to blend in with the crowd and get a sense of what's happening.

3. Move covertly through the scene, looking for an exit.

4. Stay with the medical team for now.

Slipping away from the medical team, you start walking and try to blend in with the crowd. You draw some lingering stares from men you pass, but no one comments or speaks to you - most of their attention is focused on the commotion you've left behind. One man in the crowd stands out - a clean-shaven man in his early thirties in the most expensive suit you've ever seen, wearing a pair of high-tech optical sunglasses. His voice doesn't carry, but the people around him are quick to respond to whatever he's saying. You reach the edge of the lobby, planning to round the corner and look for the elevator leading to the ground floor, when a man in a security uniform steps in front of you. "Miss, this is an active crime scene. All SGR personnel are required to remain in this room until they can be debriefed and processed." He looks bored and irritated, and you get the impression he's given this exact speech several times now. (edited)

1. Flirt with the man and tell him you just need to use the bathroom.

2. Tell him you're on an errand for Cavenaugh.

3. Tell him you're on an errand for the man in the suit.

4. Distract the man, then run past him and look for the elevator.

You look at up at the security guard through your eyelashes. "Please? I just need to use the restroom, I'll only be a moment." He sighs, unimpressed. "Bathroom trips are scheduled every 2 hours, last one was 20 minutes ago. You'll have to wait like everyone else." The man is focused on the crowd, not really paying attention to you. "But..." You move forward, surreptitiously tugging your dress down to emphasize your bust. "I understand you're just doing your job. But I've been trapped up on 27 for the past hour! I just came down with the medical team!" The man's attention turns, as if noticing you for the first time. His eyes roam from your chest to your face. "Ah, well..." He seems to be struggling to find the words. "Listen, orders are orders miss. I understand this has been hard on your. It's just... orders." He winces. You pretend to think for a moment, turning back and forth a little to show off your breasts. "What if you came with me?" "What?" "That would be okay, right? You'd know right where I am, and there are plenty of other security personnel watching the place." You smile prettily, batting your eyelashes. "I'd be ever so grateful..." The man opens and closes his mouth, floundering. You dart in quickly, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek and beaming. "Thank you sooo much! You're a sweetie." You step past him and begin moving down the hallway, the guard sputtering in your wake.

1. Look for an opportunity to ditch the guard before you reach the restroom.

2. Try to persuade the guard that he should come into the bathroom with you.

3. Go into the bathroom alone and consider your next move.

You keep walking, heels echoing through the empty corridor, the security guard babbling in your wake. "Miss, I don't really think... I mean, I appreciate your position, it's just... just..." "Listen, mister..." You pause to glance at his name tag. "Mr. Higgs. Can you keep a secret?" Higgs freezes mid sentence, brow furrowing. "Sure? I guess?" "I don't really need to use the restroom. It's just, being stressed out like that makes me sooo horny. It's just how my body reacts." Your eyes lock onto his, holding the man's gaze. "I was planning to just step in and, you know, take care of myself." Higgs swallows hard, trying to meet your eyes as his vision is dragged inevitably downward. "And I was thinking," you continue, "That maybe you could do me a favor. Do you think you could do that, mister? Help a girl out?" Higg's face is bright red. He rubs absent-mindedly at the faint lipstick mark on his cheek, eyes moving from the corridor to his radio unit and back to you. He swallows again. "I guess it would be okay. I really should follow you inside anyway, right? To maintain security." "Of course," you purr, a sultry smile creeping into your expression. You take Higgs by the hand, pull open the door, and lead him inside. Higgs quickly locks the door behind you and in moments his pants are around his ankles. "Oh god," he mutters to himself, "What the hell am I doing?" You set your belongings in a tidy pile on the ground and step toward the entranced guard when his radio sounds: "All units be advised, corporate has reason to believe that a data cube has been removed from the research area. This device contains vital corporation property and is not to leave the premises under any circumstances." Higgs' eyes leave you for a moment, drifting over to the cube sitting atop your satchel. "Occurrences related to this alert should be reported immediately to an officer. Cavenaugh out."

For a moment, neither of you move. You scramble for something, anything, to distract him but your mind goes blank. Higgs' right hand begins to reach for his radio.

1. Kick Higgs in the balls and push past him out of the room. (edited)

2. Attempt to explain yourself.

3. Try to grab the radio away from him.

4. Latch on with your tail and try to distract him.

Maintaining Rowan's form has grown tiring: Energy - 28/43 Your tail snakes out from behind you, darting forward and trapping your victim's unguarded cock in a hot, sensual prison. Higgs gasps, then moans as the pleasure begins to overpower his already weakened mind. Too late, however, you realize that his hand had already reached the call button on his radio. "Who the hell is that?" you hear someone bellow. "Higgs? What the hell are - goddammit, why are you out of position? Higgs? Status report, now!" For a moment the radio is silent. The man's hands now hang at his sides as he stares at you in lust and fear. Moments later he slumps against the door, wallowing in pleasure as your tail devours his cock with ravenous efficiency. The radio crackles to life again. "Schmitt, Draken, home in on Higgs' position and figure out what the hell is going on." (edited)

1. Drain him unconscious.

2. Drain him completely.

3. Leave the room and find a place to hide. (edited)

4. Leave the room and run for the elevator.

You try to maintain a sexy demeanor as you drain Higgs, cooing and giggling as he loses himself in the pleasure, but after the first minute the strain becomes too much. Closing your eyes, you focus solely on coaxing him to orgasm as quickly as possible. Despite its eagerness to consume another victim, you find your tail is sore and overtaxed from your most recent liaison in the Genetics lab. You grit your teeth and keep up the pace, but the work is taking its toll on your body. Health - 24/39 The man orgasms soon enough. Higgs collapses into the corner, his sloppy expression betraying his pleasure-addled mind. With patient care you milk load after load from the stricken man, stopping only when his face pales and breathing grows labored. The draining is almost done when you hear door rattle followed by four heavy knocks. "Higgs, you dumb asshole, get out here now." Too love-drunk to respond, Higgs just smiles at the door before looking back to you in adoration. You push yourself further, processing his energy quickly as your mind races for what to do next.

Level up! Glamour Succubus - Level 6 Arcane Succubus - Level 1 Health - 33/43 Energy - 41/46 Abilities - Entrancing Breasts - Tail Pussy - Dominating Drain - Hellish Beauty - Bubble Butt - Virulent Kiss - Addictive Drain - Beguiling Masquerade - Physical Magic (rank I) - Minor Shifting Items - Runic cube (small) - Runic cube (AI) - Black choker (magic) - Arcana researcher outfit - Arcana researcher ID - Leather satchel - Poison ingredients - Poison recipe - Research texts (edited)

Choose one of the following:

1. Mesmeric Beauty - Any men looking at you become temporarily mindless, unable to do anything except stare at your body. This power is more effective the closer you are to your target(s). The effect lasts for approximately 1 minute or 6 seconds after you have left the targets' line of sight, whichever comes first. Physically interacting with a victim will break the effect. - Energy cost is increased for each target. (edited)

2. Enthralling Drain - Any time you drain a victim you may reinvigorate them with your own energy, allowing you to temporarily command them as a thrall. Enthralled victims have greatly reduced intelligence and do not take initiative. The duration of the effect depends on the target's willpower.

3. Tempting Presence - Any man staring at your body for an extended period of time is afflicted by the urge to masturbate and will make excuses to do so immediately if possible. Victims who have masturbated to you are much more susceptible to charm and seduction. This power can be activated more quickly by actively showing off your body.

New Ability: Mesmeric Beauty The knocking grows louder and more insistent. "Higgs, unlock the damn door!" Higgs' eyes roll back in their sockets as he passes out on the floor. "Listen, if you make us use a cutter on this door corporate is gonna have your ass. I don't care if you've got the shits or whatever else." He pauses, listening for an answer. "Fine. If you ain't dying now, you're gonna wish you were. Schmitty, give me the thermal cutter."

1. Drag Higgs into a bathroom stall and hide in another one.

2. Blitz past the guards as soon as the door opens.

3. Mesmerize both men when they step inside.

4. Look for another way out of the bathroom.

A hiss comes from the other side of the door. The deadbolted lock turns red, then white, and finally melts away in a trickle of molten slag. You leave Higgs where he is and move out of sight near the sinks. "Alright, asshole, here we come." The door slams open, stopped halfway by Higgs' unconscious form. "What the -" you hear someone say. "Dick out and K.O'ed? He don't look too good either." "Yeah, better call this in. Higgs didn't do this himself." You step out from concealment, both men turning toward you in surprise, hands reaching for their charge pistols. Power channels through you, flowing into your seductive presence and amplifying its effects. Your hands move slowly down your breasts, drawing your victims' attention. The men stand perfectly still, unable to look away from your tits as they bounce and sway. After a moment their hands fall to their sides as they stare, slack-jawed, eyes glazed over, enraptured by your beauty. The newfound power is exhilarating, but more tiring than you had expected. Energy - 31/46 You move carefully by the mesmerized guards, their heads turning to track your movements. It takes some effort to not disturb them from their reverie but soon you're standing in the hallway unimpeded. Corridor empty and elevator in sight, you take pains to keep in view of your audience as you press the call button. It arrives seconds later, unoccupied. You step in and close the door. (edited)

1. Press the Ground Floor button, looking for a direct way outside. (edited)

2. Press the Floor 1 button, looking for a less obvious route to the ground floor.

3. Press another button at random, looking for a place to lay low. (edited)

Security won't far behind and you decide some evasive maneuvers are in order and hit the button for 1 instead of G. With a soft hiss of displaced air the elevator descends, opening seconds later onto a wholly unfamiliar floor. Before the doors open, you relax relax your body and allow your natural form to reassert itself. There's no reason need to pretend you're Rowan at this point, and it might prove inconvenient to have an ID that doesn't match your face. Perhaps more importantly, you're not sure how much longer you could have maintained the shapeshift without exhausting yourself. Just as you finish, the elevator chimes and the door slides open. You step out and look around. Floor 1 is a bustling office setting. Men and women are stacked three high in cramped cubicles, typing away at consoles and ignoring the world around them. As you watch, a middle-aged woman in an overly-starched pantsuit finishes yelling at one of the workers about deadlines. She struts off toward a closed door, meeting your eyes in passing. Just before her fingers reach the handle the woman pauses, pivots, and looks at you again. (edited)

1. Walk hurriedly in the other direction, looking for a side room to duck into.

2. Walk hurriedly in the other direction, looking for the stairs.

3. Walk briskly toward the woman and invent a reason for your being on this floor.

4. Step back into the elevator and go to the Ground Floor.

You turn in the opposite direction, walking at a brisk pace while trying to appear casual. "Excuse me!" the woman calls from behind you. "Excuse me? Ma'am?" You hear the stomp of her feet moving toward you and quicken your step. "This office is for authorized personnel only! Turn around and look at me right now!" The woman's voice rises steadily in pitch until the office reverberates with her shrieking. "Don't you dare walk away from me, freeze or I'll call security!" Afraid to look back, you keep looking for some kind of staircase or exit as you weave through cubicles and past offices. The woman is still speaking behind you but her voice is growing distant. "Karowitz, Assistant Executive of Collections. Yes, I need you down here immediately, some labcoated tech is disrupting my workflow. What? I don't give a shit about your little crisis, I want a team down here immediately. Do you know who I am? I want your name and ID, I'll be contacting your superior about..." You notice that every single cubicle worker is riveted diligently to their tasks, desperate not to be the target of Karowitz's impending wrath. After several minutes of wending your way through the dreary maze of the Collections floor you locate the way down. A door marked "Exit" lies in front of you, the window revealing stairs leading both up and down. Slightly further ahead you see a bored looking man in stained brown overalls covering a bright yellow uniform. He's studying the clipboard in his hand, mouth moving as he reads. The patch on the man's clothing reads "Bob." The man is standing next to an old service elevator, its call button lit up. (edited)

1. Take the stairs to the Ground Floor.

2. Wait for the service elevator to arrive.

Making sure no one else is walking past, you push open the heavy security door and move quickly down the stairs. It takes two minutes to finish your descent, leaving you wondering how large the ground floor must be. You are faced with another security door, this one windowless. The stairs behind you continue down toward Sub-Level-One, but you're far more interested in escape than in further investigation. Quietly turning the handle, you shoulder the door open and step out. The ground floor is massive, extending a few hundred meters forward with several doors and corners extending out. The ceiling lights scrutinize your every move, clean and white. The place smells of new leather and cleaning chemicals. Despite its size, however, the place is almost deserted. People move by in two's and three's, constantly observed by security either seated at check points or moving in two-man patrols. Your corner of the floor seems disused and unoccupied, perhaps an emergency exit or just an inconvenience compared to the main thoroughfare. No one seems to have noticed your entrance, but you haven't located the way out and it's a long walk to the central area.

1. Walk confidently toward the central area and look for the way out.

2. Move casually forward, doing your best to remain unnoticed.

3. Wait and watch, looking for an opportunity to blend in with a larger group.

4. Try to lure a woman into an empty room and steal her identity. (edited)

Once you're within thirty meters of the more congested central area you find an out of the way place and settle in to observe. The thought of Cavenaugh and his men bursting through the door hounds your thoughts and the shadow in your mind bubbles up and urges you to run. You ignore it and wait. Fifteen minutes later your opportunity comes - secretarial workers walking in a scattered flock, chatting loudly with one another. You move forward with confidence, stripping off your lab coat to better blend in and using it to conceal the AI's data cube. Matching your expression to theirs, you follow at the edge of the pack and try to blend in without drawing attention from any one person. The first checkpoint is routine. You make your way into the middle of the group, allowing the machine to scan your ID card and passing without issue. At the second you've maneuvered your way closer to the front. The ID reader screeches in warning as you run it over the sensor. Panic seizes your mind - you're out in the open, completely exposed, nowhere to run. "Miss, just - miss? Hello?" The guard catches your attention, pulling your back to reality. "Just scan it again, it's been finicky since last night about any recently updated cards." You force a smile, heart beating loud in your chest, and offer the ID a second time. To our relief it beeps approval and the guard waves you past. You can hear your the blood rushing through your body as you walk toward a set of revolving dura-glass doors, the glow of the morning sun welcoming you with open arms. Unable to stop yourself, you feel your pace quicken to just short of running. The sound of a commotion starts behind you, someone yelling, followed by more raised voices, but you're too far ahead to stop. You push through the doors and burst out into the acrid air of the city, assaulted by a thousand smells and sounds, sights and tastes, all roiling together in a cacophony of wild perfection.

You drink it like a desert craving rain, eyes aglow with the endless possibilities as your legs carry you away from SGR. A dozen security personnel burst outside a minute later, frantically looking around. You laugh, turn a corner, and disappear into the haze of smoke and light. ESCAPE SUCCESSFUL Please choose one of the following epilogue options. After escaping from SGR, your character eventually chooses to: (edited)

1. Become a true succubus, abandoning your humanity and stalking men like prey. (edited)

2. Begin a succubus cult, living off the largesse of a small group of fanatics and bestowing your final gift upon the worthy.

3. Find a way to study the arcane, learning to control your succubus nature through the pursuit of magic and reason.

4. Seduce and marry a wealthy businessman, taking control of his fortune and establishing your own interests.

5. Become an entertainer, using your natural charisma to grow a devoted following of men who happily donate to enjoy your lewd streaming service. (edited)

6. Establish yourself as a high-end escort with a base of wealthy clientele eager to pay for their time with you. (edited)

The dive in Kyoto Heights wasn't a place you sought out - it was somewhere you ended up. Three months had passed since your escape from Sanko Genetics. Despite your initial excitement, most of your effort after the initial escape had been spent simply surviving. The city was a complex dance of blazing neon and frozen fog, new money and old politics, always changing, never slowing. Drifting from place to place had been easiest, at first - you had a new "boyfriend" every week or two before discarding him for a newer model, never settling down anywhere for fear your would become stuck. Cold Drinks wasn't the name of the place, but no one called it anything else. Tending bar four nights a week gave you enough money to get by, enough time with the public to draw the occasional suitor. You'd learned to minimize your aura to draw less attention; men still stared, of course, but they tried to be discreet. The regulars were mostly drifters, loners, or addicts, often an unhealthy combination of the three. The neighborhood was too sparsely populated to draw much else. Most of the users you could tell from their eyes - ketch gave a bright, golden tinge, while parx addicts were mostly white and often forgot how to blink. Experience (and the resulting hangover) had taught you to avoid both. Corporate personnel were an oddity in this part of the city, the man's too-clean suit and undamaged glasses drawing the attention of both patrons and yourself. You wondered for a moment if he was an SGR investigator, sent to track you down, but dismissed the idea quickly enough after he finished the first bottle of Highrise Synthetic. More out of curiosity than anything else, you'd encouraged the man's outrageous flirtation and allowed him to take you home.

After a week he brought you to a party, eager to impress his friends. All of them were mid-level corporate managers: overly confident, deeply insecure, eager to impress. You spread through the group like a virus, insinuating yourself into their lives; by the time they realized what was happening, every corporate middleman at Takamura Industries was under your thrall. From lust and obsession to reverence and devotion, the cult formed more organically than you would have expected. They were all used to the structure, spending beyond their means, and obedience to a higher power - now, instead of the CEO for Takamura, it was their goddess. You allowed each man to worship at the altar of your body, rotating through your devotees so as to keep them obsessed without damaging them permanently. A few men would lose control, delve too deeply into the divine, and you would allow them to ascend with a final blessing. Most, however, were content to worship at a more moderate pace, devoting their lives to your service and ensuring an endless supply of willing cattle. In the beginning you were excited to become their goddess, happy to feed off the adoration of your thralls. Dulled through repetition, however, you eventually grew tired of their worshipful praise and endless tributes to your beauty and grace. It was a pleasant enough life, to be sure - you'd begun to store their eager donations in a personal account, accruing a modest fortune while enjoying regular meals. But still, hunger stirred inside you - there was surely more to life than food and vanity. It wasn't time to change, not yet at least. But your mind turned, stirring the untapped well of latent memory, wondering what would come next. End of Chapter One (edited)

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