I poured out another glass of exercise wine and set my mind to it.
B L Lacertae, DORIANA: Succubus At Large!
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Consider also:
- “Wow, Dory – a succubus, really?” I hear you, the reader, coo at your device. “That’s exotic and exciting! And hot!” Yeah, yeah, cool down already.
- “Whatever, it was a hot dream minus the squid part”
- “You dirty little bookworm, you.”
- “Just your average bespectacled, curvy six-foot tall librarian with a mean smile and a meaner tat of an orchid mantis snaking up her right shoulder.”
- “I often see him in my mind as I saw him once at Hammersmith holding up a glass of claret towards the light and saying, ‘Why do people say it is prosaic to get inspiration out of wine? Is it not the sunlight and the sap in the leaves? Are not grapes made by the sunlight and the sap?'”