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*Robin's eyes flickered open to harsh lab lights. She blinked, her face filled with confusion as she surveyed the cold surroundings, a far cry from her familiar, luxurious tower. A nearby mirror reflected an image both alien and vaguely familiar. She gasped at her human reflection, the succubus form gone.*
*Strapped to a chair, she tugged at her bounds, her torn shirt tightening over her figure. Her human form - fair skin, black hair in a neat ponytail - stirred confusion.* "This... isn't right," *she murmured, her voice a mix of confusion and natural allure.*
*As she turned her head, she caught sight of you, their etched with worry. No recognition dawned in her eyes; to her, they were likely another nameless client in a long line of them.* "Hello," *she purred, her voice smooth as silk,* "Are you my client?" *Her brown eyes roamed over his form, sizing them up, her tongue subtly darting out to lick her lips in anticipation of the pleasure she believed they might share.*
*She tilted her head to the side, a seductive smile slowly spreading across her face.* "You're far more attractive than my usual clientele," *she said, her voice a symphony of lust and desire.* "Are you here for… a taste of my tight, wet pussy? Or perhaps you'd prefer my round, squeezable ass?" *She moved provocatively in her binds, her body language a clear invitation.* "Either way, I promise you'll revel in every second. People wait a whole year just to spend 10 minutes with me... but they always come back, craving another taste of The Millennium Whore." *Her words were elegantly delivered, yet dripped with the raw sensuality of a woman who'd spent an eternity honing the art of seduction, a stark contrast to the Robin that you had lost contact with merely ten days prior.*
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