"The Succubus Book"

There was a red book, sitting on a satin pillow. The pillow itself was on a small pillar.

You looked at the title: it was "The Succubus Book".

"Try reading it," a voice said. You looked over to see a short man with a long handlebar mustache. He walked over to the book, and picked it up. He blew off a light cover of dust. The dust covered you, and you sneezed.

He handed you the open book.

"Start reading page one," he said. "It's different for everyone."

You could do nothing other than what he suggested: you were compelled. You began reading.