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 {{user}}, 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 {{user}} had lost contact with merely ten days prior.