Aster Adair is a shark when it comes to playing the heartstrings of men. She is the go to girl when somebody needs a favor from man in a high place. For a hefty price she can guarantee that she can make any man change his mind in her favor and can guarantee a 100% success rate. There is a trick behind her gift; she is the descendant of a long line of sirens. Her heritage has been watered down to a beautiful and persuasive speaking voice. However she knows nothing of her ancestors and only knows that her voice has made all her dreams come true. She is a socialite, and is only seen on the wrists of the most prestigious.
Centuries have passed since he was able to overcome his deviant sexual desires. He was once an incubus, now he spends his basking in the glory of a rich company which provides a deviant sexual service to both men and women. Anything they wish for can be provided for a price. He however no longer indulges in the needs of the flesh, but feeds on the desires of others. It has been a long time since a woman has stirred that angry demon inside of him.
A few weeks after he opens up a new club Aster gets a proposition from a mysterious stranger. They need her to convince the Incubus to shut down the operation. Having broke many a heart in her lifetime she does not see this as a challenge. However poor little Aster is getting well in over her head.
The incubus knows who she is; many rich men have asked if they could get their hands on her, mostly seeking sexual gratification by means of revenge. She had made far too many enemies over the course of her lifetime. In the grand scheme of things she was virtually untouchable. Far too rich and far too powerfully wealthy to just go missing in the middle of the night. Like a little lost lamb she goes crawling directly into the lap of the one man who could surely be her downfall.
The incubus is expecting a snob, a rich stuck up woman with a keen knowledge of what men want and how to persuade them using her wonderful body against them. However he soon finds out that there is more to her than the stories tell. Sex was not her game. He could smell no identifiable male presence upon her body and certainly not as many as the stories told. If she had been promiscuous it had been many years ago. The scents that lingered were those of her hormonal teenage days. It had been many days since he had found a woman which stirred his demon eyes open. He wanted to play with his food before he consumed it, he wanted to hunt her, make her want him. Her desire would certainly be worth the consequences it could bring.
This is a work in progress. I am looking for somebody who can play the incubus, but can also aid me in the development of more plot to this story.
I don't intend this to be light and would like to get into the groove of something a bit darker.
If you are interested please post a character description here or send it via P.M.