Let someone else take the job on

The succubus smirked, and decided to say a few words, a ritual, really.

"Of flames of night and waves of beauty, call forth the grace of pride almighty!" He spouted off, watching the ruby on the table set alight. As if he was called in, a rather large, purple werewolf was shoved into the room, bound with leather straps and covered in scars, yet he seemed to be aroused even if just a little bit. The werewolf was breathing heavy, obviously under an endowment spell... he seemed eager to take the warrior, yet... from the spell, one wrong move and Guin's life would be swept away by that massive cock the dog had.