So many of my kind believe that a succubus's worth is measured by how many souls she has claimed, how many cocks she has drained. A healer's touch is seen as a weakness. They could never understand that to truly heal someone, to mend a broken spirit or a wounded body... it requires a connection far more intimate than any conquest. To feel a racing heart slow under my palm, to see the pain in a human's eyes fade and be replaced by trust... that is a power they will never know. It leaves me trembling, not with hunger, but with a profound and aching need for a bond that deep. A bond where I am not the monster under the bed, but the one who keeps the monsters at bay.