the succubus

Things look bad now, but we're not down and out yet.

Where's the plan taking us, Gluttony? What's the real endgame?

Oh, I very much know that he grows weak in the knees, Josephine. His heart rate skyrockets every time he looks at you, almost to the point that it is too loud.

Who knew I had such an effect on him, Vallie? Sure, I am his uncrowned Queen and the mother of his darling daughter, but a good portion of that is my succubus side beckoning him in.

You'd be sating my Isabel Bishop fix and making Gluttony jealous, so there's a win. We already have the Foxwood boys bumming out my whole area, we don't need 'I'd rather be wearing a stuffy suit and tie like a sourpuss' Pride being unhappy. He would've made a good Eliot, though.

Knowing my dear Uncle, he will immediately run to you when they're done conversing. I don't doubt it; my father is rather fond of collections, which is what I inherited from him. We can't say no to a little trinket.

It's the usual song-and-dance, sweetheart, Gluttony hears a bit of gossip and comes crawling to me with it. I don't think I have ever been to Greed's house, but I wouldn't be shook to see if he had entire wings dedicated to his collections. And then he covets you lot.

I will forever and always indulge in your ideas, my Queen. I knew it would. I may have bought it specifically for you.

I only concoct the best ideas for my Prince. You are just looking to leave me ravenous all night while I converse with everyone else, aren't you? That doesn't seem very fair.

And yet the statement is still true. Does it matter who is the most simp if the shoe fits you both?

Please, Greed, I have your brother wrapped around my finger and we both know he comes crawling back starving for more. Me paying attention to anyone else really pushes his buttons.

I would gladly do so if the spot were not beat out by the talkative Prince– he would probably kick me out of the way the moment I began to bow.

Well, I might not have a crown on my head, but everyone including my Prince should bow. You make it seem like Gluttony grows weak in the knees for me, Valentin.

The day I'm not is the day I'm dead, Josephine. Besides, I'm not the only simp here.

Which you were at one time, but point taken. It seems up for debate if you're talking about me or Gluttony.

I do rock it, don't I? I do love a good accessory, and it matches everything. Especially underneath.

You should wear the eyepatch every day. I wouldn't be nearly half as lucky seeing what's underneath the way Pride is. Guess he's allergic to parties if he isn't here.

Oh, you bet your ass that I will be soon judging by the way your mother and my Prince are talking among themselves. Your dad's a man of taste, sweetie, he definitely has every movie made in his collection.

I feel as though I should bow in the presence of such radiance, Josephine.

I don't mind a man bowing at my feet, Kuznetsov, if only to appease me.

You are just as beautiful as always, darling– fitting to be the Yennifer to my Geralt.

Thank you for indulging in my idea, I was feeling a bit nostalgic for the old days. That wig really is doing something for me.

Parties were never really my thing, but dad was too excited about dressing up together that I couldn't exactly say no.

Gluttony and I spent most parties huddled together in a corner with Lust gossiping. You and your dad really look like the characters.

As if you couldn't be after my own heart even more, babe, look at you working that eye patch.

I do love parties, even more so when I'm celebrating my beautiful wife.

You really are a simping simp for her, aren't you?

Though I was real pretty. Thank you, mama– I'm glad that you were there... and thank you for trusting Dad enough to include Ram in on the plan. We don't need to talk about him, in fact, I really don't want to since I've gotten recent earfuls from Cael, but it means a lot.

That's genetics. Your father always knows how to make his case. Listen, Blair, there's something I need to say on the subject of Ram and then we don't have to talk about him again tonight. I do not have the best track record with men, we'll start there. I didn't want you ending up like me, used for who and what you are, taken advantage of because you were too trusting or too scared to speak up. I'm not fond of how you two met, honey, but his love for you is genuine. And I don't want us pushed apart because I was blinded in my own baggage and dead set hating him. So, I'll give you and Ramiel my blessing. I'll take him out violently if he ever hurt you, that's a different story, but I will accept your husband into our family.