Tendrils for eyes, it's impossible. Small of her back, the dance, trapped in a snare of wrongness. A harmful lust, wrestled evil, djinn's and succubi lick their lips, the mothers of the world will die. Eyes glow like silver fires, horrific when you look at them and they look back. The things you do, covers on your bed a battleground, how they transform into snarling tigers afterward, seductive, sexual coloring, wicked, warm, wild and wet.