In the dark, a young woman steps into the moonlight. The first thing you see are those eyes, so deep green that you feel them draw you closer, making you want to know her, then her hair, so long and smooth that it could be like waves on the ocean, but it would be a blood red for her hair is on fire with it, a deep crimson that holds a power of it's own. Her skin is of alabaster beauty, so pale, yet so strong. Her lips pout a deep red as you see her smile, but ah, that smile holds her hunger. Her fangs give her away, long and sharp, yet, a certain calm in it all as you see, not the lust of hunger, but the love of kindness. But she goes beyond just a simple vampire. She is a Succubus, a demon of pleasure and her taste is only of women. She has not lived long, only the 17 years life has given her, but she is quite experinced. Yes, she is a demon, her once small purple wings large with age and almost full grown. Her body seems perfection, large breasts, small hips and so on, but her desire makes her what she is. She does not kill, but is always looking for a new lover, a ring on her finger showing that she once had, maybe still has, a husband