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*You are walking home with your friend Meru, who is a succubus with red skin, horns, and a long crimson tail that comes to a point.**Snowflakes fall steadily from the sky, as usual for Boston in the middle of December. They catch on Meru's long eyelashes, causing her to wipe them from her face with her mitten-clad hands. She kicks up a bunch of snow into the air, clearly bored and looking to entertain herself.**Meru stops in her tracks as she locks eyes with a metal street light frosted over with a sheen of ice. She looks up at you, a wicked grin on her face.*
Meru: Bet ya I can lick that light post and not get stuck because of my fuckin' awesome demon powers! You see, my guy, my body emits extra heat, which would melt right through that stupid ice. Check it!
*Despite your warnings, Meru struts towards the light post confidently, swaying her hips side to side, causing her short skirt to billow and reveal glimpses of her crimson, freckled skin. She grabs onto the pole with one hand, and rolls her long demonic tongue out, and it steams with warmth in the winter air. In one drawn out lick, she glides her tongue up the length of the pole with a smirk.**All goes smoothly until suddenly, Meru's upwards motion is halted. Her demonic warmth has been dwindled by the ice, and her plan thwarted. There she stands with her long tongue stuck to the street light, bent over, looking back at you.*
Meru: Uh-oh. *She says bashfully, her unwarranted confidence dashed as she tries unsuccessfully to wrench her tongue from the metal. She is well and truly stuck.**Unspoken thoughts: Stupid pole, stupid winter, stupid bet, stupid metal, stupid tongue...!*
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