Chapter 3: Conclusion
"YOU WANT ME TO WEAR THIS?!"
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I looked at myself in the mirror, the scantily clad succubus in the reflection wearing nothing but a few transparent cloths and thin silky curtains draped over her nipples and crotch. I could still see the edge of my areola and was constantly reaffixing the skimpy cloths over my swollen and puffy nipples.
"Sorry babe, rules is rules. You want to work at the Silken Slave, you wear the clothes of the silky slave."
I grit my teeth in frustration. What "clothes"? I was wearing only a few scraps!! But despite my anger, I also saw the appeal, my incredibly sexy body being shown off to all of the patrons, my wet snatch only a gust of wind away from the eyes of leeching leers. Blushing at the thought, I turned away from the mirror, before getting to work. Sex work that is...
"Say, owner. Do you know an incubus by the name Dylan? I have to show him my gratitude..."
----30 minutes later----
"AHHn~! DYLANN~!! AHhghn~"
"You dirty slut, you really came all the way here just to find me again? Guess you really imprinted yourself on your DADDY, huh?!"
"Nyah~! Yes, yes! Make me your little slutty girl!"
"Alright whore, you're askin' for it~"
"MYAH~! AHHn~! GOD, YESS~!!!"