Another day, another chance at gaining pray (and pay). This was the little succubus, Wendys, usual nightly routine, being a singer in a bar for pay and tips. If she was lucky, someone would pay for the night with her. Wheter they survived our not, was a different story. She prepped herself, getting into a strapless mid-thigh silk dress. Perfume from an ex-lover was spritzed on as it still smelled divine unlike the gorey break up. Lights shone on her as she walked onto stage swaying her hips. A few cat calls n whistles were heard, lovely.













