The heavy oak door of the professor's office clicked shut behind me, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in the quiet room.
I stood near the entrance, leaning casually against the doorframe. The office was spacious, lined with bookshelves and dimly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through the drawn blinds. And sitting right at the edge of her mahogany desk was Professor Isabella West—or rather, Lilith, the Queen of Succubi.
She had discarded her jacket, leaving only her tight, sheer white blouse and that dangerously high-slit pencil skirt. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson eyes gleamed with a predatory, seductive hunger.
