The bugged succubi hot fix.

Having heard that bell rung so many times before everyone in the restaurant was completely thrown off. All patrons began to check their own unique version of a time keeping device. Gold, silver, wood, even just a fine mist of purple smoke all confirmed to you the bell was rung much too early.

Many around you scoffed at the echo, but wore notable faces of uncertainty. Your whole existence you have never known that bell to be rung early before. The human warrior with eyes only for you're ass stands up, "well, looks like its probably a double XP event!" He exclaimed, stretching arms above his head clicking the knuckles.

"Heard about these in the hub world updates, new patch afterall." He said yawning to no one in particular.

There was a sudden ripple in the polished oak emanating through the entire establishment, duty of care to its construction was lost, even to an NPC such as you. You understood it was pointless caring about something that would merely respawn.

Other customers all hidden under their robes or boldly wearing full armour were now very intrigued by the warriors mention. A few wizards conversing with a tribe of fairies cut their talks about a possible group venture looking above their heads witnessing the support beams rumble.

In everyone's disgruntled shuffling to grab their gear however you were still confused, you may not have excesses to the hub world but you know for certain when theres been a patch update as your character model needs to be reloaded every single time. And as far as your recolection, no such patch has occurred to recent memory.

In the scramble for every warrior, knight, dwarf, mage, healer, archer, fairy, wizard and small sentient animal companion to head for the door, you thought about perhaps saying something, but it hit you again.

You're a mere NPC, you're opinion is worth anything other than a cheeky "oh you! Stop it! Behave yourself!"

There was silence as you looked down at your tightly squeezed cleavage excepting your reality as some big boobed bimbo to simply jiggle about when placing orders, until with a bright thunderous crash, a fireball the size of a horse smashed into the side of your restaurant.

Glass and wooden debris filled the room, raining onto tables and knocking over unseasoned customers, leaving mostly experienced warriors and mages standing thanks to their high points in reflexes or defensive magic shields for such a simple elemental attack.

You were straight to your knees with all the other waitresses, cowering as the stuffed decore and ornaments fell from the walls, stunned by how quick the wooden beams above became engulfed in flames. Healers were wasting no time bouncing over you, dosing up their companions caught in the flames.

Such a graceful class, you were often envious of what it would like to be so useful and yet rarely fight. You couldn't think of a single one that didn't say thank you for their meal.

Behind the nimble healers, a tall red headed elven mage with a golden tiara encircling herself in orange light, using it to protect her other party members. Level 35 straped head to toe in brown leather except for a pale midriff and deep v-neck to let her soft valley breathe.

She travelled with a pair of low level knights. "This'll be a good chance for you guys to get some real level ups in!" She chanted excitedly, orange embers complementing her gold coloured eyes as the guys both looked at each other, "what about black groove cave!?"

"That won't earn you nearly as much XP as this will. Follow me and I'll present you with easy kills!"

There was a roar from her party as they couldn't wait to get outside, but as unpredictable as the last, came another fireball, this time from the front of the restaurant. Even the most experienced players were caught off guard by this devastating attack, sending them all flying backwards towards you.

Quarter or half health was instantly erased from many adventurers health bars or simply exploded into a few coins and potion items. The injured all rolled around the floor putting out their fires with a mixture of Alchemy, magic and running around for dear life as wooden beams buckled slightly. All except for your pervy warrior who was wearing armour immune to the effects of fire, he stood tall with his sword drawn, cursing the fire around him.

"Dam! Has to be a wave of dragons for sure!! Haha! Well they sure weren't going to make it easy were they!" He shouted to no one in particular, selecting dragon oil from his inventory lavering it all over his blade.

Green text highlighted 'PLUS +200% ATTACK AGAINST SCALED BEAST'S' he seemed to be the most high leveled at 135 leaving others to follow in their own methods of preparing for a dragon encounter as to not be outshined.

A bald dwarf with his party of 7 began to sprinkle burnt dragon scales on thier axes and war hammers, growing red hot with a simple blow from their mouths. Wizards were flicking through their books asking all maner of questions about the fire to correctly identify the exact species to know the correct counter. The red haired elf was muttering a spell, not for herself but for her two knights, already reduced to low health being only level 5's and needing any advantage they could get.

You knew it to be such a waste of her talents, knights were by far the most common class. Everybody chose them because they were simple to use, good health, good defence and a large base inventory. But to you many were just dull horders with swords that got lazy in their questing due to low stamina, if she was a true friend who wanted to protect them from perma-**** she should of asked them to make better class choices.

"Stay under my divine barrier until your HP restores." She said calmy, before applying her own damage boost to herself. '+MANA RECOVERY INCREASED FOR 5 MINUTES'

Speaking of HP you looked at your own stats +8/10 "what!! Nothing happened yet!!" You yelled in frustration, you could feel the temperature of the fire rising around you, to avoid any further damage you crawled yourself under a wooden table, your maid outfit barely holding on.

Whilst under there you failed to spot an injured fairy, she was level 18 and could have easily smited you with either magic or melee damage but sadly the fireball had reduced her HP to +1/85 due to damage overtime affects.

No time for her to react, you parked your big pale exposed ass over her tattered body, "wait!!! You stupid tavern slut!!!" She shrieked, trying to escape her inventory items list in time. The last thing she saw was a pair of stretched white panties hurtling towards her face, you smashed her into hundreds of gold pieces that were promptly absorbed by your close proximity to them and received an error message in front of your eyes. "CLOTHING TOO SMALL TO EQUIP. FAIRY CLASS ONLY."

"Huh?" You remarked at the message, suddenly realising you were 187 gold pieces up and had an upgrade pending in the corner of you're eye. "I think my prayers to the game gods have finally been answered." You nievely thought, while the party of 5 other fairies continued to search aimlessly for their friend above the table. No good they would be in a dragon fight, a complete counter to all their abilities, fleeing or choosing a more supportive role would aid them far better.

As the restaurant continued to burn crumble you watched as all you're other dainty waitresses run around like the jiggly damsels in destress that they are, no strategy or intent just mindless programming to be scared until the heroes save the day.

Angry you are at all their relentless whaling, wishing you could slap them out of it, though you did not need to it seemed, as something with black wings swooped in through the destroyed windows and tackled your NPC colleagues to the ground one by one.

So swift and silent they made no sound in doing so, flashes of black light knocking them down from all directions. A faint purple glow began to form where they layed, and from that glow the restaurant maids were rising back to their feet with purple eyes totally silent, their breasts hung free from their sad excuse for a uniform, adjacent to their low level attackers.

Stepping out in front, curvaceously slender, big and voluptuous in areas that made men weak and mannerisms that sported the confidence to stand before the heroes completely naked, minus long black leather boots and gloves. Many moaning lustful succubi foaming at the lips for all those succulent levels, unlike many monsters the succubi are actually one of the few creatures that love higher level opponents, making them dangerous at all levels.

Without a hint of sound one such succubus wearing a black tight face mask drew attention with her radiating blonde haired blue eyed stare, bouncing onto a table. Her hair was tied back to a scrunch, some left lose at the front to hang like an arch beside her right eye, her breasts were small but her hips were dazzling in hypnotism, sweeping her arms behind her head the toned swaying abdomen never settled from motion, presenting a glistening pair of devine pussy lips. Unbenouncing to even some of the women watching, this vixen was casting a wicked spell, lowering her adversaries intelligence by -1 every second they spent caught in her erotic motions.

You noticed the -1 ticking away above your heroes heads, unaware to the rules of combat you assumed they were all taking damage. Scuttling away out from under the table you bumped into the red haired elfs leg, breaking her out of the trance.

She instantly spotted the golden haired succubus softening up her prey, at only level 8 the elf was surprised at that spells effectiveness at such a wide array of class types, surely an overpowered move at such a low level must have heavy drawbacks.

Striking at her with a standard long range attack the succubus was **** to end her trance in order to dodge eloquently. All adventurers were left standing confused, mouths gapping as to what transpired, the lowered intelligence levels rocked their natural instincts to counter attack. Even with half her face covered it was obvious that the blonde vixen was smiling through her black leather, she gave a signal for the converted NPC's to attack, pointing at the dwarfs and the wizards first.

The 7 dwarfs equiped with all the right tools to fight off a dragon attack had to use ill suited weapons for the job of magical foes such as succubi. Even the weak NPC's were too fast for their slow two handed swings, leaving their short statures swamped by voluptuous boobies tackling and pressing them together to make their swings ineffective.

You could only watch as a stream of red minus numbers appeared over the huddle waitresses, dwarfs relied heavily on gear and armour that was being slung into the air only increasing the damage inflicted to them. A hooded level 21 human healer in an all white gown with matching hair and eyes knew it was too late to save them but couldn't waste an opportunity to nab some last second XP by sprinkling her healing dust at the pile.

Like before a streak of black light quickly swept in knocking the healer to the ground, although this time the perpetrator revealed themselves, a short fat bottom heavy blacked winged succubus with long purple hair and only a thin black belt around her waist. Despite her ferocious speed she was heavy enough to pin the healer to the floor by sitting on her upper back.

Others of the same enemy type began to fly around creating mass confusion, players fought back with reckless determination fighting to keep all their hard earned progress from being lost to enemies barely level 10. Many area of the effect abilities were lost to most of the magic users, you could see the growing desperation on their faces seeking an easy solution, but they could bring the whole place down on top of themselves if not selective with their attacks.

Under the sounds of various fights breaking out the pale healer was still pressed beneath the cheeky postured succubus, revelling in making the healer squirm below her heavy butt as she began to rip and tear at the lower part of her white gown unveiling the palest white ass that had never seen daylight. With joyful glee she materialised something small and silver in her hand, it had a purple heart etched into the bottom.

At first you thought maybe a dagger, though it was too smooth and blunt, but soon it hit you the same time as it did the healer. She sang loadly as it was jammed up her ass, wailing hard until her crystal white eyes flooded with dark purple and her level above her head began to turn also.

You realise things have gotten out of hand more so than usual, there are many classes here with lots of skills. But who will be the most useful to you in order to start your journey?