Salos Vs Fur Coat Succubus

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Salos was getting back from a recent adventure when he heard the rumors about a new type of midara seen outside of town. Wanting to try to get some kind of idea of these new kinds of midara. He headed towards the last sighting of these targets. The only descriptions he heard was that they wore fur.

The sightings brought Salos to the cusp of a large, sprawling city. To make matters worse, a storm appeared to be on the horizon, with there being no doubt that soon it'd start pouring rain.

“Damn it to hell. I either need to find the midara or a place to rest.” he said, walking around as he keeps his eyes open for both.

half an hour passed of searching through the streets as the clouds overhead grew darker and darker. Eventually, once the sun had set, a small drizzle of rain turned into cascading, cold sheets of water. Very quickly, the once-bustling streets were emptied out, leaving Salos in an increasingly sour mood.

He looked around for shelter, someplace he could dry himself off and wait for the storm to subside.

As he did, he heard a voice coming from down the street. Turning around, he could faintly make out a single slender figure approaching him through the rain. They were too far away to properly make out, and as it was he could barely hear the words that the closer one spoke to him. "Excuse me, sir? I-I'm sorry to bother you," came a light, feminine voice.

“Can I help you?” he asked back. He was kinda forgetting what he was looking for before and at this point, just trying to get dry.

The figure continued to approach, stopping about twenty feet away. "Y-yeah... I'm really hungry. Can you help me just take the edge off? Just a bit?" It sounded like she was practically pleading with him. At this point, Salos could faintly make out a tall, slender figure wearing some sort of garment with a hood. Although it was far too rainy to make out any detail, Salos could practically feel the warmth from the garment, his mind wandering to what it would be like to have it on amidst the pouring rain. He knew that if he wanted to see any details, he'd have to get a bit closer to the figure.

“I’m afraid I am new in town and would not know where you can get a bite to eat. I’m sorry. Would you happen to know where I can find some shelter?” he asked, summoning some flames in his hand to try to warm himself up.

"I-I wasn't referring to food..." She trails off, taking a few more steps. Once she got closer, Salos's eyes widened as the shadowy figure hesitantly approached him. She was incredibly beautiful, with soft brown eyes and long curtains of black hair which hung out from beneath her hood. She must've been at least six feet tall by his reckoning, if not several inches more; more notably to him was the subtle black lip liner that she had, as well as the coat she wore. It covered her entire body in a mesmerizing pattern of luscious black fur, seeming to meld with her body as it swayed with each of her movements. "I was referring to you."

“I guess you are the midara I was looking for before the rain. Damn it, my luck sucks.” he says, eying his opponent. He mentally readied himself as he tried to get an idea of what she can do.

"P-please, just a minute. I-I'm harmless if my abilities are only used in small doses, I promise!" She started to inch closer, her eyes pleading with Salos as she pulled her coat tightly around her. "J-Just hear me out, please?" (She's using Hey There!)

Hey There!: (67) Fail

Salos took a deep breath as he prepped himself. He summoned four daggers and sent them towards his opponent, hoping to make her back down.

(Blaze daggers)

Immediately seeing this, she recoiled, jumping back several steps. Her hood fell off, revealing a sharp pair of horns on her forehead beneath her hair. She raises her hands and shakes her head. "W-wait! What are you doing?"

Salos: 30 Willpower
Succubus: 30 Stamina

As he throws the daggers, the panic in his opponent causes him to throw them to the side. “This is usually the part where a misses doesn’t take no for an answer and we usually fight.” he said, surprised by his opponent’s reaction to his attack.

She vigorously shakes her head. "I-I don't like fighting. I'm just really, really hungry." She looks at him with a mix of startled confusion. "M-most out of towners don't usually mind me skimming just a bit of their energy off."

"H-here, why don't we restart?" Keeping her hands raised, she tentatively approaches Salos, eyeing him with frightened eyes. Once she reached just a few feet in distance, she extended one of her hands. "My name is Asmodea, what's yours?"

“The name is Salos.” he said, shaking her hand carefully. He used his fire magic to make his aura warmer as he tried to hold back the cold.

Her hand was incredibly slender and smooth, fitting into his like a glove. As he shook her incredibly sweaty hand, no doubt from hurling magical flame at her, her smile widened a little bit and the terrified look in her eyes faded away. Releasing his hand, the sleeve of the coat accidentally touched Salos's wrist. 

(Soft Furs passive kicks in, though I'm not sure if the coat's magic would have any extra effect on him beyond just being pleasureful + incredibly soft)

Salos: 30 Willpower + Charmed + Dazed
Asmodea: 30 Stamina