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The bell on the door jingles welcomingly as Revoir arrives at Dan’s Dango five minutes earlier than arranged. Inhaling the familiar scent of confectionery, they smile and readjust their hair bow.  “Good morning, Dan! I’m here for the dango-making lesson!”  Revoir’s voice is bright, cheerful, and loud enough to turn a few customers’ heads, but it does the trick...

Hops makes it look so easy, but Emerald knows that mixology is a fine art. They’ve made “cocktails” before, in their house, but they were usually just vodka and cranberry juice. Easy, simple, delicious. But clearly not as delicious as Hops’ signature drinks, because after a good few Dracquiris the night before, Emerald declared that they would do anything - absolutely anything, even marriage or tax fraud or assistance in crime or a gift of priceless rare...

A gentle breeze floats fragrantly through the air, carrying birdsong and the scent of fresh flowers over the lush meadow. Today, there are tables and folding chairs in the grass for a gathering of twenty-or-so succubuns to revel in the sounds of springtime, good food, and pleasant conversation. Old friends reunite and new acquaintances captivate each other with stories, but most importantly outfits. To an uninitiated onlooker, this little turnout would look biza...

Gossip spreads through Burrowgatory as freely as the seasons change. The fresh springtime air is rife with all kinds of chatter, from the latest celebrity drama to strange speculations on demonic blessings. Friendships fall apart and form anew, idols reach new heights and plummet from grace, and the turbulent social climate of Burrowgatory clings to everything ultra-modern. Few succubuns look to the past, with the majority always favoring the future’s fun. ...

What a wonderful night it has been, and how fortunate that there’s barely anyone at the bar to witness the aftermath, save for Hops and two customers who look worse for wear than Emerald. After seven drinks too many, Emerald has well and truly tested their limits - as they are inclined to do in the pursuit of that warm and woozy pleasure that alcohol embodies. Tonight, they have gone from delightfully dizzy to miserably nauseous. They have the dignity and stom...

There’s a jewel thief on the loose, and while some bunnies hold grudges, no one with any animosity towards Emerald would be in their bedroom this early. The shelf that showcases their gem collection usually has them arranged in neat stacks, sorted by color - but the purple stack of amethyst, tanzanite, fluorite, chalcedony, spinel, and iolite has transformed into an unseemly pile with the iolite missing. Thank the demons that the green stack was undisturbed, b...

In Murmur’s domain of Hell, attention is to be distributed evenly between baby bunnies. Every last one of them deserves nurture, love, and care, and though the demon wishes he could dote on the individual children for days on end, this rule is practical. Order and fairness are hardly sinful qualities, but Murmur wants his precious babies to grow up having tastes of restraint, for it makes indulgence all the sweeter in adulthood. Any society, even a hedonistic ...