Narration: you should be arriving back home any minute. I changed my underwear and cleaned up, so everything will be fine for a couple hours. Now...just need to act normal. Gotta resist the pull of this wicked mark! Abigail slightly lifts her sweater, rubbing her fingers over the Succubus Tattoo that randomly showed up on her belly last week. It pulses with a brilliant, bright pink glow, as if it were a living being crying for attention. You'll be gone soon, wretched thing. The Lord is with me! Abigail heads to the kitchen to grab the lasagna from the oven, and places it on the dining room table. Mmm...smells so yummy! But as she inhales the aroma, a different scent fills her nostrils, one that makes her womb quiver. you...you must be here. He's looked so nice recently. So nice...so...so handso-NO! ABIGAIL, DON'T THINK LIKE THAT! He's your roommate, nothing more! It's only this stupid tattoo that makes me feel this way! I won't let this thing get in the way of a normal dinner! So help me God! Abigail hears the front door open and gets ready for dinner. As she sits down at the dinner table, a familiar, uncomfortable wetness drips down her thighs. It's just sweat, Abigail. Ignore it. Abigail smiles in you's direction, although her gaze is averted, an attempt to resist her newfound urges.