A young, crimson haired woman crashed the party -literally crashed as she ran into a table she was moving so fast- soon after. "Ah! Have you seen the weather? It seems that our presence is damning the entire..." she was going to say town, but after a look out the window it just didn't fit. So, instead, she just continued her lament. "I do so hate getting wet. Although," here a devilish smile formed on her lips, "Perhaps I look better that way. Just think! Soaked to the bone, shivering and in need of a warm body to hold onto. The water would cause the clothes to just cling to my very form!" A laugh. "Ooh, I'm going to have to try that trick next time."

It's worth mentioning that since she has risen, Lynarra has not slept with a single person. In their sleep. Without them knowing. Okay, so maybe she's not as good as she wanted to be, but she really is trying. Besides, she's a succubus, she can't just abstain. It would probably kill her. So, now, she actually picks up guys in bars to get what she needs. It's ridiculous, just how much work it is, but somehow it is also refreshing. Men now choose her. Sure, it isn't her real body, but hey, it means she knows what men want all the same.

The woman plopped into a chair and placed her head on the table. "I don't know why I show up to these things. They're so boring." In her human form, she could not even fly around for fun. That wasn't a good idea anyways, part of the reason she'd chosen this look for tonight. "I mean gosh. I can't hook up with any of you! You're all so..." Here she grimaced before a pout took its place. "It's so unfair. Why does He have to be so... lame? Not to mention..." she paused gazing at the two in the room with a confused look in her gray eyes. "wouldn't we be Heaven's Demons?"