Lucy considered herself a pretty damn decent cook; she wouldn't be joining Ramsay in the kitchen anytime soon, but she wouldn't be on Kitchen Nightmares either. Of course, that was irrelevant at the moment. There was only one thing that a Succubus ate, and Lucy hoped to prove herself t be a good cook of that as well. To that end, she dressed herself up in a simple and revealing way; cut-up jeans that hugged her ass, a purple scoop-neck top that showed off more of her breasts then they concealed.
Still, she wasn't sure what Aspel intended to eat. She had mentioned photography, and Lucy inwardly cursed herself for not being able to tell if Aspel was being literal or not. All she knew was that she felt a spark of some kind, and she hadn't even met the woman. But there was something elegant about her, and Lucy...well, she wanted to see more of that.