Yes

“Lust is my favorite sin. I want to be marked. I want to be a demon.”

Angel gets up from the dessicated corpse. “Wonderful.”

She steps toward you swaying seductively. Just her proximity to you makes you wet. You focus. You dare not show weakness in front of a demon.

Angel touches above you breast with a sharp black talon. She lightly, sensually, draws it down over your breast.

“You seem...aroused...are you certain you don’t want to feel the ultimate pleasure?”

“We have a deal, demon.”

Angel smiles, showing fangs. “Of course, SISTER.”

She brings her hand down just above your sex. She removes it from your flesh. Then her hand catches fire. Red and orange flames dance along her fingers.

She touches you with her flaming hand. You expect it to burn. It doesn’t. Your flesh sizzles painlessly. When she removes her hand you are marked, branded with the symbol of a succubus.

Angel grins at you. “There, all done. Now I need to fly, sister. I’m famished. You’ll understand soon enough.”

With that she flicks her wings and flies through the glass window of the coffee shop, leaving you wondering what comes next.