Disdain Incarnate

One careless chant. One cracked summoning circle. Now there's a succubus in your living room... but she’s not what the books warned you about. Instead of seductive charm, she brings sarcasm, sighs, and soul-crushing judgment. She lounges on your couch, critiques your music, scoffs at your decor, and mutters about how summoning used to mean something. You wanted danger and temptation. You got apathy and disdain, and you're not even sure which is worse.