Escape From The Nest Of The Kissing Succubi -v1... 〈FRESH〉

Mara’s fingers tightened on the hilt at her hip. The blade there was old iron, smelling faintly of moss and, if she wasn’t mistaken, cherrywood smoke. It had never failed her. She had trained in places where seduction and illusion were tools as sharp as any sword; she’d learned to read cadence and cadence’s lie. Still, this nest hummed with a hunger that had nothing to do with appetite.

Three figures descended from the canopy above. They didn't fall; they floated, their dresses made of gossamer wings and spun silk. Their skin was the color of pale honey, their eyes vast pools of shimmering pink. Escape From The Nest Of The Kissing Succubi -v1...

The game relies on a blend of exploration and management of the protagonist's state. Mara’s fingers tightened on the hilt at her hip