Peruse the collection

[A/N: These will be bite-sized vignettes, largely focused on indulging one fetishistic brainwave at once.]

There's easily upwards of fifty souls littered around John's apartment, an absolute buffet of women held in casually **** reserve. There must be hundreds of unwitting lives John's left a gaping hole in, and none of them ever care or think he should suffer a consequence for it. How does he use these women in his spare time, I wonder, and how do they respond?

With a decisive nod, I unclasp my notepad and set my pen to fresh paper. "Show me something from your collection, if you don't mind."

"Anything?" John asks.

"Take your pick. There's nothing to be shy about in front of a succubus."

He hesitates.

"If you're worried about acting respectfully in front of me, don't," I chuckle. "We're not big on restraint down in the demon realm - well, that's a lie, we do a lot of restraint, but we don't exercise it."

"Umm..."

He's thinking with his brain and not his crotch, isn't he? Maybe I sprang this on him too fast and he's clamming up - in which case, we'll just pry him open. Humans, honestly.

Planting a tinge of lust in my words, I give him the assurance he needs. "Go on and pretend like I'm not here, John. Use your menagerie, like I'm not here..."