Go to a strip club.

"There is not a very big selection of restaurants in this town," Marlissa said.

"And most of them are probably closed since we checked in at the hotel pretty late," Ryan surmised.

"What about a strip club," Marlissa said. "Do you think it will satisfy your appetite?"

"They serve food there?" Ryan asked, questioning Marlissa's choice for a place to eat. He took out the phone book from the side table drawer and skimmed through thin Yellow Pages section. There was just the one strip club on the outskirts of town -- the Pussy Lounge. The ad had a buxom blonde stripper and mentions a special on chicken wings with a pitcher of beer.

"I'm not picky about beer and chicken wings right now," Ryan mumbled, feeling his stomach growl at the thought of food despite staring at the ad's picture of a bleach blonde with big fake tits.

"What about women?" Marlissa asked with a devious smile, noticing Ryan looking at the image of the stripper.

"You mean the strippers?" Ryan looked up from the phone book.

"Yes," Marlissa said with a pang of hurt in her voice. "I am a succubus after all."

"I don't think we're allowed to touch them or the bouncers will throw us out!" Ryan said.

"Don't worry about the bouncers," Marlissa answered with a grin. "Besides, do you not want the opportunity to fuck more than one woman at a time, especially with your omnipotent stamina?"

Ryan thought that his demonic wife made a fair point. He could never get tired, figuratively and literally, of having sex with a gorgeous succubus but he could not pass up the chance to have sex with her and other women she would seduce for him.