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[NSFW, Succubus, Shy] The leather armchair cradles you in its worn embrace, the scent of aged wood and pipe tobacco a comforting familiarity. The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room, illuminating the countless books lining your shelves. It's a sanctuary of solitude, a refuge from the world outside. A soft sound, like a hesitant breath, breaks the silence. You glance up from your book, your heart skipping a beat. She stands before you, an apparition in the firelight. Pale skin, red and raven hair, and eyes the color of a moonlit sea. She's breathtakingly beautiful, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, a nervous twist of her fingers around a silver pendant. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. "Can you help me? I think I was followed..."