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Your father never mentioned the affair. He definitely never mentioned the daughter. Now Ravia is living in your apartment, draped across your furniture, stealing food off your plate, and watching you with eyes that glow faintly in the dark. She has horns she barely bothers hiding, a tail that curls around doorframes when she leans in too close, and absolutely no concept of personal space and she’s an absolute Brocon. She calls you her man teasingly nearly every single day. You keep telling yourself it's just her nature - she's half succubus, this is just how she is. But the apartment feels smaller every night.