Take her to your room.

You push the door shut behind you, though not without caution. You keep your hand hovering over the pummel of your blade, just in case you need to quickly wield it against this supposed succubus. If she came all this way to speak with you, however, it must be important. It looks like her kind isn't able to openly walk the streets by how she's dressed. Either that, or she's concealing her identity from someone who might have been watching.

"Relax," she says. "You're far too tense. If I wanted you dead, it wouldn't happen like this. I'm no assassin. And I wouldn't have given you my name either, silly boy."

"How do you know who I am?" you ask.

"The first time I saw you was awhile back, in an alley. Two bunnyfolk held you at knife point. I considered stepping out to help, but that super heroine showed up, and that would have been far too much trouble."

"You were there?"

"Of course. Not for you, though. Just a coincidence."

She begins stepping past you, and as she does, she slowly pulls the dark robe off her body. Soon, you're able to see her entire dark grey physique. Beneath her white hair, her outfit is incredibly risque, even by this world's standards. It consists of a tight black corset around her breasts, which is open in the middle, black panties, and thigh-high boots to match. On her back, you see a pair of tiny wings as well.

"And then I got wind of something," she continues. Her fingers brush over your ear as she walks towards the bed. "A certain amulet Ithic was tasked to retrieve turned out to be found by some harpies. Easy enough. But then, someone got in his way."

You swallow nervously, and watch her approach the pile of your belongings atop your bed, previously set down by Yin. Her fingers rustle through them, and she pulls out the golden necklace with the crimson pendant that Chula gifted to you.

"Hey--"

"Relax," she cuts you off. "I'm not here to clean up the failures of a... small man. This is all yours. However, know that they will be coming for it. That is what I came here to tell you. Nothing more."

She tosses it back onto the bed.

"Why warn me? You don't work for them?"

"I don't work for anybody," she says as she sashays her way up straight past your bubble of personal space. Her hands slide up around your shoulders, and her piercing gaze doesn't falter for a moment. She looks deeply into your eyes. "I just do what's fun."

"Damn it... Did they give me this thing knowing it would get people after me? I better sell the thing fast."

"You could, though I wonder if you're the sort of hero to pawn off an **** to an innocent merchant instead."

"What if I toss it into a lake?"

Her one hand glides down your chest. You shiver at the gentle, sensual sensation of her skilled fingers moving down your stomach, and stopping at your waist. "Then I suppose the Amulet of Stupendous Strength will fall into his hands. But that's up to you. I couldn't care less what you choose to do with it."

"Stupendous--"

"It's an ancient artifact only usable by a certain demonic bloodline, so I'm afraid neither of us can make use of it."

Before you can respond, you feel the sudden touch of her hand cupping around your bulge. She strokes two fingers up the shaft, and brings her grip back up to your shoulder, along with the other. She smirks.

"I wouldn't mind taking a bit of your energy as payment for delivering this message," she whispers as she moves closer. You feel her teeth gently nibble on the bottom of your lip.