The swirling light of the portal faded, leaving Trevor standing in a vast, dimly lit chamber that felt more like a luxurious boudoir than the inside of an ancient tower. The air was thick with the scent of incense, musk, and something sweeter — almost like honeyed wine mixed with raw feminine arousal. Crimson silk drapes hung from the high ceiling, swaying gently although there was no breeze. The floor was covered in soft, black velvet cushions and ornate rugs that seemed to pulse with faint, seductive magic.
In the center of the chamber stood an enormous circular bed draped in deep red and gold silks. Candles of black wax floated lazily in the air, casting a warm, flickering glow that made every shadow dance seductively.
The succubus stood a few paces away, her back to him. She slowly turned, and Trevor felt his breath catch despite himself.
