Their bared torsos and uncovered loins boast of their unreined lust, while the soft pastels and porcelain white of their skin belie the darkness that hides within them. The mindless depravity of the creatures I was forced to pass through on my journey to this place is as nothing compared to the extreme decadence and self-aware hedonism of these daemonettes. They have not even the vestiges of decency, disporting themselves upon and with each other in ways that I cannot, will not, describe. The knowledge of what they are horrifies me. Yet they possess a disturbing beauty that I cannot ignore.
There's an old saying among dungeon-crawling adventurers: "Shows boobs, eats rubes."
— Lore Sjoberg, Speak With Monsters
INCUBUS, n. One of a race of highly improper demons who, though probably not wholly extinct, may be said to have seen their best nights. For a complete account of incubi and succubi, including incubae and succubae, see the Liber Demonorum of Protassus (Paris, 1328), which contains much curious information that would be out of place in a dictionary intended as a text-book for the public schools.
Victor Hugo relates that in the Channel Islands Satan himself — tempted more than elsewhere by the beauty of the women, doubtless — sometimes plays at incubus, greatly to the inconvenience and alarm of the good dames who wish to be loyal to their marriage vows, generally speaking. A certain lady applied to the parish priest to learn how they might, in the dark, distinguish the hardy intruder from their husbands. The holy man said they must feel his brow for horns; but Hugo is ungallant enough to hint a doubt of the efficacy of the test.