A familiar face

Tara and Emily stood in front of a inviting and quiet inn called The Thrice Horned Bicorn. “Okay, I was told that the next hero was to meet us in here.” Said Emily.

“Sure, any idea what they look like?”

“Only that she would be dressed in a sleeveless blue garb with golden linings. I don’t even get a name.”

“Well, I guess that’s enough to find her. Let’s go.”

Once inside, they saw the bustling and crowded inside of the inn, where the people where cheerfully drinking or singing drunken songs. The two scanned the patrons when Tara saw the hero. But her blonde hair, that adorable nose. She knew her.

“Abby!” Tara didn’t bother covering herself anymore, and ran towards her girlfriend. She hugged Abby so tightly that she heard her groaned in pain. “I can’t believe you’re here! I am so sorry for not giving you any attention earlier. Can you ever forgive me?”

“I-“ Abby tried to answer, but Tara already kissed her. Abby grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her away. “I am horribly sorry, but I am not Abby!”

“Eh?”

Composing herself, “Abby” continued. “I am not called Abby, but Desiderata.”

“But, but you look just like…”

“Again, I’m sorry!” Desiderata looked deeply mortified, staring holes in the hardwood floor as she tried to find her next words. “You see, I’m a succubus. People see me as their ideal woman. I suppose you must see me as this Abby person.”

“Y-yeah.” Spoke Tara ashamed and disappointed. A long and awkward pauze followed. “So, a succubus. How do you appear to people who aren’t into women?”

“Oh, still as their ‘ideal woman’. They wouldn’t be into me, per se, but they would still find me attractive.”

“And how do you appear to yourself?”

“That I rather prefer to keep to myself. I’m entitled to my secrets.” Desiderata Spoke rather boldly, unlike earlier.

Behind her a lanky man showed himself with his two friends, tapping Desiderata on her shoulder. “Hey there, beautiful. I couldn’t help but hear that you were one of those succubi. How about you and me go rent a room for a bit and have a lil’ fun?”

“No, thank you.” Desiderata spoke politely but firm. “I never saw the lifestyle of my species as one for myself. Now if you excuse me.”

“Now hold on, You don’t seem to know who I am. I’m Cevin, brother of Clarisse The Scourge. I don’t have to care what you want! Know be a good little succubus and come with us.”

“You haven’t heard with happened earlier today, have you?” Said Emily, arms crossed with a smirk.

“What?”

In the brief second Cevin was distracted, Desiderata rapidly tapped various points on his body. As soon as he tried to make a step forward, he felt his body ignoring what his mind wanted to day and froze in place.

His friends retaliated, charging the succubus. She quickly ran towards one of them, only to slide on the floor and knock him of his feet. She quickly caught the punch the second guy wanted to give, only to pull him closer and push him towards the guy on the floor. Cevin finally regained his movement, so Desiderata grabbed him from behind. She suddenly grew two purple demon wings out of her back and flew to a chandelier where she dropped Cevin. However, his pants got stuck on the edge, uncovering his three inch penis to the inn.

“N-n-no! Don’t leave me here! I’m a-afraid of hei- AH!” Unable to finish his sentence, he couldn’t control his bladder, leaking over the floor. “CLARISSE!”

“Sorry about that.” Said Desiderata, as her wings returned into her back.

“Well, I guess I don’t have to ask what you bring to the team.” Laughed Emily.

“I do have one question for you, though.” Said Desiderata while looking at Tara.

“…is it about my tattoo?”

“…yes?”

“Dammit.”