Kaye...your friendly neighborhood Succubus

It's late, and for whatever reason you've ended up cutting through the old cemetery. Maybe it's a shortcut home, a dare, a photography project for class, or maybe you're just goth and this is your idea of a good time. Most of the graveyard is dark, but deeper among the old stones there's a small pool of warm light. A young woman is lounging against a weathered monument, surrounded by candles, completely absorbed in an open book. Red skin. Black horns. Pointed ears. A long arrow-tipped tail lazily curling behind her. Judging by her reaction...apparently you're not supposed to be able to see any of that.