“Ah you must be Glenda’s relative,” she said as you opened the door, “it is very good to meet you. Mary Hughs, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She shifted a briefcase you hadn’t even noticed from her right to her left hand to shake yours. Of course, you obliged. It was rude not to shake hands of course.
“Oh, well, it’s very good to meet you too, my name’s -“
“No need for introductions, your aunt told us all about you. I am so sorry for your loss.”
The formality in her voice wavered for a mere moment there, enough for her to shake your hand a bit too long.
“Oh my I’m sorry, I don’t normally get lost in thought,” her professional smile returned as she held the handle of her case in both hands. “May I come in? we have much to discuss.”
“Uh… sure? I don’t see why not,” though you weren’t sure just what she was here to talk about. She looked around your humble abode as she stepped in, observing every detail as if she was appraising the place.
“I have come to represent a small organisation of -“
“Look, I’m going to stop you right there,” you sighed, “I have met with ten charities today and I am quite tired. I’m sure that your cause is an empathetic one but I do not want to talk about it today.”
“Oh, we aren’t a charity. Quite the opposite, in fact. We provide a… unique service,” she set her case on the table and clicked open the latches. “Your aunt was a member of our Circle for many years, and even spent a good amount of time on the council too. You see, we have been looking into you since the moment she entrusted you so much in the will and what we found was quite promising.” Somehow this speech didn’t feel pre-rehearsed, but maybe she was just good at her job.
“Primarily your internet and posting history. You have several accounts on forums designed as a sort of screening process for The Circle. Cryptidlove.net for one, and several deep-web pages with accounts under the same name.” There was a lump in your throat as she opened the case so you couldn’t see inside, nonchalantly tossing out facts that you had tried your hardest to burry.
“You see, The Circle owns a rather large estate out on a private island, as well as dozens of sister-establishments across the globe for one purpose and one purpose only,” and like a magician revealing the pièce de résistance of her show, she spun the case around to you.
“To provide a place for the rich to fuck monsters!”
The case was full of images and documents, each one less believable than the last. Profile images, photoshoots of naked centaurs manticores and the odd minotaur, reports on events and pornographic materials of every single cryptid under the sun. In the middle was a ring, held in a foam block beside a letter of acceptance. Your eyes were almost out of your skull as you looked over images too good to be true…
“You’re lying. There’s, there’s no WAY that these pictures are real! There’s no such-“
“Oh but there is,” she hummed with glee, “And I can prove it to you.”
You couldn’t wrap your head around it. There was no way this was real, this had to be some sort of prank. You weren’t even taking notice of her until she cleared her throat but when you looked up what you saw was… damning. Mary was standing there with her pants down to her ankles, butt pointed right at you. Now normally this would be a sudden occurrence but what drew his attention was the thin tail that ran from just above her panties. The tail was black, smooth and long and tipped by a heart-shaped-barbed. It swayed and twitched like it had a mind of its own.
“See? I exist, don’t I? A cute succubus right in your own home,” her words flowed like sap, dripping with an intense sweetness. Just as quick as her pants had dropped, they were pulled back up.
And it was then that you hurriedly begged to be a part of this circle, all too aware of the smile on her lips. The ring bore the seal of The Circle, Oroboros, and the acceptance letter held instructions for exactly how to get to Cryptid Estate, the closest and main facility.