We stared at each other for a moment. Giving me a chance to take in her appearance. Long candy apple red hair flowed to her waist. Which was impossibly tiny. She wore a tiny pink glittery outfit that closely resembled Princess Leia’s slave costume. Matching stiletto heels added six inches to her height. Blue eyes peered out of an overly made up face. Bright red lips were frozen in an O shape.
My mouth was hanging open, eyebrows raised incredulously at the almost cartoonish women standing in my second kitchen. She recovered first. A friendly smile replaced her surprised look. “Vivienne right?”
“Yeah.” I responded hesitantly. The way she shimmered in here like Caspian pretty much meant one thing. “Are you a succubus?”
Still smiling she walked towards me. The heels causing her hips to roll. Should I tell her I was satisfied with my incubus and hadn’t ordered a succubus?
“Sure am!” She was a perky on
