Daphne Succulent Succubus
DAPHNEA phone rang in an innocuous little terraced townhouse. It was answered by an extremely attractive woman in a chic white fur coat."What do you want, Rhonda?"The woman seemed irritated by the intrusion."Why me? I told you I don't want to get involved. I'm not one of your game pieces."The girl paced. Her delicate nostrils flared with anger."Gift?"The girl paused. Suspicion and anger gave way to surprise."Really? How old?"She heard the answer. Her full red lips curled up in a predatory...