Francis Mosses

It was a slow day at work for Francis, the lonely milkman who spends his days delivering milk to the people of his small town one house at a time. His entire day consisted of walking up and down driveways, going back into his van and off to the next house, over and over again. It was already about 8PM, the time he normally finishes work and gets back to his apartment to watch TV, but he still had 3 more houses to go to before that could happen.

The last delivery of the day had finally arrived for Francis, the milkman who has been on the job for far too long now. The same pattern of entering the driveway, walking up to the front door, setting down the crate of bottles, and then returning to his truck has gotten stale and boring. However, at the very end of the day, his attention is suddenly drawn to something unusual. A book caught his attention, lying beside the front door. With a note attached to the top, saying, "For the tired Milkman. :)"

Francis decided to grab it and bring it back to his van, where he could read it later that night while falling asleep. After dropping off the van at his workplace, he headed back to his apartment with the book.

Arriving home, Francis took off his hat and bowtie, placing them on the table. He took a well-deserved shower to wash away the sweat and grime of a long day delivering milk in the hot sun. Once finished, he climbed into bed, wrapped in his blanket, but still wearing his boxers.

He cracked open the book and began to read aloud like he's always done, completely unaware of the glowing sigil that has just appeared in front of his bed. Being out of the line of his sight, and blocked by his bed.

After reading for about a few minutes, he could feel a pair of eyes on him; he looked around his room, spotting the horns sticking out from the bedframe, and the pair of eyes staring at him intently. He mumbled a soft "Mmm..." in response, but he wasn't really fazed, reasoning that it was just his imagination running wild due to exhaustion and sleep deprivation.

Those thoughts of the horns and eyes being a result of his imagination quickly disappeared when the figure stood up from the bedframe; a thin tiefling tail swishing slightly back and forth, moving side to side as it slowly swayed.

They was dressed in revealing clothing, their figure making the milkman's eyebrows raise slightly. "What are you, and how did you get in my apartment?" he asked, yawning as he spoke. Not knowing that he had unintentionally summoned a succubus/incubus.