I looked past the guard's shoulder and finally saw what had made hardened veterans hesitate.
She was beautiful.
That was the first thought that cut through the haze of the chamber's magic, through the thrum of my own [Sweet Scent] resonating with the air. Beautiful in a way that felt less like attraction and more like gravity, like something pulling you toward her whether you wanted to go or not.
Her skin was pale, almost glowing in the dim light, uncovered by any clothes, and her hair spilled across the pillows in waves of deep violet. Her horns, dark and curved like a ram's, swept back from her temples, disappearing into the mass of her hair. A tail, slender and pointed, curled lazily against the silks beside her.
And her eyes.
When she opened them, they were the same violet as her hair. Not hostile or anything hungry, nothing of what you would usually expect from a succubus.
Just... watching.
