>>5623500>>5623512>>5623514>>5623517>>5623519>>5623593>>5623603>>5623658>Gloomsday BlareThere you are, you handsome devil you. Not quite apocalyptic enough for doomsday, but you can still make someone's day a real bitch if you're feeling the right kind of spiteful.
You'd gotten by well enough so far, certainly better than a majority of the poor unfortunate souls who shuffle around down here. A few friends and a bag full of favors can really work wonders if you know how to use them. You got a tip from one of your, ahem, contacts in the Circle of Lust that a certain Succubus has been making waves lately. Probably just some upstart looking to gather up a band of lazy-eyed simps, but it never hurts to check in on something like this. If you're clever, you can even snatch yourself a favor or two, the kind people can't refuse.
Arriving at the Succubus' suspected basement-nightclub, you're damned surprised to see not a soul in sight. Strange, at this hour even the least popular party spots in Lust are packed fuller than its loosest denizens. Even the speakers are silent, giving way to something downright eerie around here. Silence.
>Demand the Succubus come out and show herself>Skulk around the club for anything that tweaks your tail>Turn on a hoof and leave, what a waste of your precious time!>Write-in 