Some fruitcake is running around pouring molten gold down the throats of barristers, I’m certain that friendless young women are being trapped in modern day slavery and my PhD student is being ditsy. To cap it all, my wings are dirty. If you thought the life of a succubus in twenty-first century London was just one continuous orgy, you’d be wrong.
Author’s note: an updated version of the text was released on 29 March 2021. My thanks to my proofreader.
