Succubus

They come from the plane of nightmares, the succubi and their brothers the incubi, and they come because the mortal world tastes better. Everything in it delights them: wine, velvet, a quarrel, a face across a room. They cannot tell wanting from loving, and have left off trying.

Their beauty is not of this earth, and from their shoulders grow the leather wings of a bat, which they fold close in a crowd. Good streets will not have them. They lodge down by the docks and the dicing houses, where a glance from one has ended a marriage; and the old wives say that a child got by an incubus should be watched. A few grow tired of the town, and take to the road to see what else there is to taste.

Details

• +2 strength, +2 dexterity, +4 charisma, and no penalty.
• +5 magic resistance. Innate spells: 'charm person' and 'drain'.
• As all fey: speaks common and sylvan.
• The wings do not carry them: flight is not among their gifts.