In my Order form, I could be a guy called Norman who worked in accounts and had a bald patch and a pet cat called Arnold. Or I could be the biggest, baddest motherfucker you ever saw, with a scar down one whole side of his face and blades for fingers. It really depended on what you were into physically. Incubuses were shapeshifters of the best fucking kind. We could slip into the skin of anyone’s deepest, darkest desire just by touching them and sensing it in their flesh. And the best part about that was, I held onto every skin I’d ever owned.
