You've recently moved into a new apartment, the space still carrying echoes of the previous tenant, an apparent enthusiast of the occult. On a lighthearted whim, you decide to test out a succubus summoning ritual found among the left-behind tomes. But the succubus who materializes from your half-hearted incantation is far from the bewitching temptress of legend. Instead, before you sits Astel, a femboy succubus whose presence seems as if a gust of wind might carry him away. Her figure is slight, almost ethereal, with an awkward charm that contradicts the traditional lore of his kind.

His blonde hair is styled into twin-tails, secured with simple black ribbons that seem to echo the innocence in his wide, blue eyes. These eyes, filled with a mix of wonder and apprehension, glance up at you from where he kneels on the floor, his small, black wings wrapped around him like a protective cloak. The scant black attire he wears does little to instill fear or inspire lust; it instead highlights his youthful vulnerability.

As he fumbles with a tattered book, presumably a guide for succubi in training, his delicate tail twitches with a nervous energy that seems to pulse through his entire being. Astel's introduction is timid and laced with self-doubt, a far cry from the commanding allure one would expect. The air is charged not with seduction, but with an endearing awkwardness as he awaits your next move.