Your day begins as so many of them do: surrounded by a pile of dead goblins.

Sore and satisfied from the fighting and all the stuff that came afterwards, you pull yourself to your feet and shamble over to the spring in the cavern walls around which the goblins built their camp. A few bodies need to be kicked out of the way, and in your zombie-like trance of morning stupor, you pay them little mind. Dozens of heads and limbs lay scattered across the cave floor, making the place reek with blood. The only bodies still intact belonged to their strongest warriors, who managed to get the best of you in battle and withered away for their hubris.

You barely remember how long <span class="mu-i">that</span> part of the extermination took. From the amount of caked-on blood and other fluids that you wash away under the spring, you'd estimate a full night, maybe two at most. Not the longest you've ever taken to deal with a monster "by other means", but certainly not the shortest either. You tend to get way too into that sort of thing and lose track of time until someone douses you with a bucket of cold water, which can be dangerous if your partner did not pray to your goddess for protection.

Goblins don't even know how to pray, which makes them easy prey.

After all, a succubus like you has a leg up on other female adventurers. Most girls back at the guild would have needed a rescue from the sort of situation you found yourself in, but thanks to your special gifts you just need a little extra time. The monsters you can't beat normally can be defeated by other means, you just need to give them the little death and squeeze out all of their tasty life force.

"Though it would be nice if some hot guy came to my rescue for once..." you grumble as you reach for your soap. Your besty makes a special blend that's great at getting blood and other gunk out of your hair without damaging it like magic would. As your scrub yourself clean, a certain handsome brave comes to mind. "I'd give him a better thank you than any of those other girls would, I tell you what..."

Before you start hunting down your clothes - where ever the goblins threw them - you take a good look in the reflective waters of the cavern's pool to check for any embarrassing smears. Your goddess' holy symbol sits beneath your navel where it belongs, and the woman looking back at you is
-a swarthy beauty with silver hair
-a blonde "cow" whose gifts are apparent
-a girl so plain she could have been from anywhere
-a toned bombshell with a warrior's poise
-a petite vixen brimming with youthful figure