Sex, what else

You imagine a micro bikini and one slides around you. You stride toward Alana exuding the full sexual power of a succubus. You stop in front of her striking a sexy pose.

"Hello Alana."

"You? How did you get here? Philip keeps telling me you are evil." She motions at the man in the chais lounge, her priest friend.

"I'm not any more evil than you are." You smile letting her mull over your lie.

"How can you say that? You're some kind of demon."

"I suppose. My only goal is to bring enjoyment and pleasure Alana. You want him, don't you?" You look over at her priest friend.

"No...I...I...I just love him."

You laugh. "You might, but you still want him. Why don't you take us somewhere more private."

You expect her to resist, but part her is ripe and ready to join the darkness. The world swirls around you and you find yourself in a darkened club. You will yourself into a tight shiny black dress. You look over at Alana.

You smile. She is dressed in a skin tight, latex, nun's habit. You walk up to her close enough to kiss her. You let your hand playfully caress her.

You whisper. "You want him, don't you?"

She bites her lip.

You continue. "Take him. You can. See how he looks at you."

She quivers. "But his vows. I can't."

"After a bit, he'll love it."

"I..."

"Go ahead. You can always stop."

She turns and looks at the dream version of her priest friend.