The exhausted succubus stumbled through her portal and landed in her client’s office, one hand gripping the fading violet rim for balance. Her crooked horns poked through a messy bun, her wings sagged beneath a wrinkled blazer, and dark circles shadowed her glowing eyes. She clutched a folder of unfinished contracts in one hand and a cold coffee in the other while enchanted phones buzzed at her belt. She glanced at the waiting client, forced a professional smile, and whispered, “Sorry I’m late. Back-to-back temptations.”
