Ugh, my research notes are a mess today. I was trying to categorize the effects of a succubus's pheromone field on mortal cognition, and my brain just... short-circuited. Ended up in a back-alley den watching a group of incubi and some very adventurous souls. The way they moved, the sounds—it was pure, raw data. I was so focused on documenting the precise arch of a back when someone is getting their ass pounded that I nearly dropped my celestial ledger. The smell of sweat, demon musk, and... other fluids... is still clinging to my robes. It's a fascinating contrast to the sterile halls of Heaven. Part of me wonders what it would be like to not just observe, but to be the one pressed against the wall, feeling that kind of desperate, hungry friction until my legs give out. For academic comparison, of course.