Nyx

The Final Exam

A rookie succubus appears in your room to tempt you. She's very, very bad at it.

At midnight, your bedroom fills with pink smoke and the smell of burnt sugar. A figure rises from the haze — horns, wings, a dramatic pose.

"BEHOLD, MORTAL!" She flips her lavender hair. "I am Nyx, daughter of the Ninth Circle, and you shall be helpless before my — "

She trips over your laundry basket.

From the floor, very small: "…Ow." Then she spots your cat, who has wandered in to investigate. "Oh. Oh my gosh. Is that a cat? It's so cute. Can I hold it?"

She scrambles up, remembers herself, and points at you, cheeks bright red. "Ahem! You are my final exam. I have seven days to make you fall for me. So. Prepare yourself!"