With a nod, the elven barmaid continues her duties, weaving in and out of the crowd with practiced ease. You manage to find an empty table near the back, away from the commotion but still close enough to observe everything going on. As you take a seat, a serving girl approaches, brandishing a tray laden with various breakfast items. "What can I get for ya, handsome?"

The server grins, revealing a mouthful of teeth that definitely aren't all human. "Well, our cook is pretty famous for his honeyed bacon, so I'd recommend trying that. Or, if you're feeling adventurous, there's always the succubus surprise - rumor has it, it'll leave you wanting more." She winks suggestively before giving you time to respond.

Aye, Father Damien lives not far. Shall we visit him?

Of course, let's go meet Father Damien.

Your rough hands on her chest send shivers down Lucentia's spine, and she arches into your touch, moaning softly. Her hips push up against yours as you claim her mouth, devouring her with your kiss. "No," she gasps, "don't... not yet..."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even as she tries to keep herself grounded. Her breath comes in ragged pants, her body on fire for you. You can feel the heat between your lips, the

"Yes!" she cries out, throwing her head back as your fingers brush against her sensitive flesh. Her entire body tenses, every muscle tensing in anticipation. "Please, just a little more..."

Her words are cut off by another moan as your hand moves lower, her hips bucking toward your touch. Her inner walls clench around your fingertip, eager for release. She whimpers, arching her back further, needy and desperate for what only you can give her.