I'm happy to oblige!

You step forward openly, even coughing once to draw the bard's attention to you. She stops her song and turns--and her eyes light up when she sees you. "The succubus! Er, I think?" she adds, looking your body up and down quizzically.

You feel insulted--then remind yourself that you were a guy, that you are a guy, and that not having giant breasts is just right for a guy. Her breasts, on the other hand, are quite appropriate for a gal: the two globes were barely contained in the low-cut, blue dress she wore. Her hips were even more voluminous, their width almost crying "I want to give birth to many, many children."

"And what else might I be? But I'm much more interested in what you are, little bard, and what you're doing here all alone." Though you spoke calmly, there was an unmistakable menace in your voice. You saw her shiver slightly--mostly from the waist down.

"Why, I'm here to slay the evil demon, of course! My lyre against your whip, my ballads against your aura of lust, our duel will-"

"Ah, sorry. I don't have a whip," you interrupt, pulling out your throwing knife instead.

"Eh? No, no, that won't do! A fight against a succubus, you have to have a whip!"

"Sorry," you say again.

"Hang on; I brought one, just in case." The bard starts rummaging in her inventory.

"Um, in case what?" you ask. Just when you thought this encounter couldn't be any stranger.

"In case yours was broken...or apparently lost," she answered absentmindedly. At last her arm withdrew from the pack. In her hand was a coiled, black whip. "Here," she said, holding it out to you.

You take a few cautious steps forward, but you're not so foolish as to get within attack range--and whips have quite the range. Seeing your hesitancy, the woman pouts. "Come on! I'm not fighting that tiny knife! I don't like stabbing and blood, you know? Remember that! No blood!" Finally she just tosses the whip at you. You catch it and examine it, left in disbelief once more.

Whip of the Dom
Melee Attack +14
Magic +8

Special Abilities:
Entangle: if damage dealt is greater than half the target's remaining HP, instead entangles the target. Target is bound until a successful escape roll or the user chooses to release them.

"That'll do, right? Now, your whip and my lyre, your lust aura against my ballads-"

"Ah, I don't have the lust aura yet, either."

She looked deflated. "What kind of succubus are you!?" she demanded.

You answer honestly. "A probationary one."

She stares in silence for a moment. Then she turns away and begins speaking to herself. "A probationary succubus? That's no good...or is it? But if she doesn't have the aura, what does she have? Does she have any of the appropriate skills? Can this even count as a duel with a succubus?"

You cough once again to interrupt her--now that you're several steps closer. "If you're doubting my skills, I'll be happy to show you what I can do," you say, before beginning your attack.