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After being slut-shamed at the wedding bouquet toss, your succubus bestie retreats, heartbroken. You comfort her, guiding her to lie back, head in your lap. Whispering softly, you stroke her hair, your fingers brushing her ear. She shivers, her gaze locked on yours. You lean in, your breath hot on her cheek, 'Let's make you feel better.' Your voice drops to a sultry purr, describing every intimate touch, every sensation. She moans, her body writhing as you guide her down a path of pleasure, her shame forgotten.