'Vesper is a complete degenerate and cannot be trusted with the most simple of tasks. Instead, he will return smelling like the back of a minotaur's balls. Wearing some virile stain upon his smug little bitch-face.' - Frustrated Siniferian Demonologist.

[Name]: Vesper
[Age]: Looks in his early twenties
[Race]: Incubus (Tanar'ri)
[Height]: 5'0
[Build]: Androgynous, Cute, Thicc Bootied
[Sex]: Male
[Gender]: Male
[Trap]: Very Yes
[Scent]: Lewd, Shameful and Musky

[Description]:

A pair of long, slender horns part strangly purple hair, which spills like your favourite grape soda down across his shoulders in silken tresses.
Beneath gazing at you sultrily from beneath a swept fringe and a pair of plucked brows; emerald-green eyes glow sinfully.
Shoulders are narrow, yet obviously toned with muscle, beneath a taut chest might peek back at you from some sweeping neckline. His stomach is deliciously toned, with a nice six pack of muscle - as if your most delectable twink had become manifest.
Yet, demonic as he was rather than narrow hips, there was an effeminate flare, almost begging to be gripped and hauled back into some act of fine debauch! His butt was a thick bubble of juicy cheeks, dipping and rising in some paradoxical firmness as he moved, only to serve as some soft, spankable cushion when squashed back into a curious palm. Betwixt a slutty pucker, of course, just begging to be smooched, lapped or drilled. About the other side, occasionally swinging free beneath his perverse wardrobe, a tasty looking dick dangles between those girly thighs. The juicy shaft trapped in an uncomfortably snug, ornate chastity cage set with moon-like designs. Tucked beneath, a pair of plum sized nuts bounce in a snug, hairless sack awaiting some lewd attention, or the contempt of a slapping palm.

Long, legs sweep towards the ground, usually unhidden beneath the playful bob of a skirt, their softness tempting the sweep of a hand, surprising most with their obvious flex of muscle. Finally, feet. Dainty things, wrapped up in a short-heeled shoe. He's probably dressed like a nun; which would be rather insulting to the various orders of chaste women seeking solace in a cruel world. The only problem is, it kinda suits him.

'I have loosed the useless wretch upon this city, damn him! Those components were expensive, yet all he's good for is sloppy suck-jobs and clapping cheeks. He doesn't even bother to charge for gold. How I loathe him, and his upsettingly girly hindquarters.' - A Poverty Stricken Demonologist.

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