

Wide night shot of the torch-lit village square, Serra ringed by succubi. She breathes heavily, pained expression, sweat on flushed face and heaving cleavage. Her physical right eye blazes ruby-red while her left eye stays emerald; flames erupt from her raised right hand. In an exhausted, breathy English accent she says, “I can’t hold them off—you can stop them.” Two ultra-busty succubi swoop in from opposite sides, shred her green bodice and purple dress, then knead her exposed breasts. A third succubus’ spade-tipped tail glides up Serra’s thigh and penetrates her; she gasps, “Oh god,” voice trembling. Camera slowly pushes in as flames flicker and wings beat, motion continuous from the previous frame.





