A demon.

The voice belongs to a woman dressed rather uncommonly. Her long black leather boots are styled to look like she has hooves rather than feet. A long flowing black cloak gives the illusion of great bat wings on her back. Her body is covered in a leather bondage harness that conceals everything and nothing at once, her deeply tanned skin held tightly by the garment. Golden piercings glimmer in the lights of the subway platform. “Come forward girl. Give us a kiss.”

“Who are you?” You ask the voice. As you ask the question, your feet disobey your orders and walk you over to them. “What?” The word blurts out. As you are carried closer and closer to the owner of the voice you start to notice things that can’t be true. The cloak might actually be wings, and the boots don’t actually seem to be boots.

The cloak or wings envelope you as you get in reach of the creature. Your brain is screaming at you to run from what is surely a demon. “Good girl.” She hisses and her lips part enough to reveal fangs. Her mouth meets yours and a bit of suction locks you together. You instantly feel both a wave of bliss, and a flow of energy leaving your body. She is sucking the life out of you. Somehow that knowledge gives your body the power to resist and while kissing her is bliss, you no longer feel compelled to continue.