When the belt hit the floorboards, Gwenda shivered as she realized she’d completely lost focus of her little game that she called ‘Strip the Bitch’ (although never out loud to the subject herself). The jingle of the brass was barely audible, though, so the succubus forgave herself for the little misplay, and went on with her moves.<br/><br/>“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Gwenda asked while holding the girl in her arms, eyes locked so passionately that it would be nearly impossible for Ami to notice anything that went on around them, as it proved difficult even for Gwenda. The underdress came off, and once the playful patrons who were familiar with this devilish game had silently removed the belt and the large white garment from the floor, the succubus purred audibly as she comforted herself against the young woman’s almost fully undressed body, licking off the trickles of precum that had accidentally smeared her skin.<br/><br/>Before Gwenda got up from her crouch by the girl’s feet, her eyes spied her mistress in the far corner of the tavern. The hooded warlock had got up from the bar and made it to Prazzik’s booth of alchemical potions, but Gwenda couldn’t hazard a guess for the reason, since Iranna had never needed anything from the goblin before.<br/><br/>Whatever the matter, the succubus had no time to observe its conclusion as she rose up to face the girl once again. Instead of standing directly in front of her, however, the demoness took a sidestep on her hooves so she could entwine her legs with Ami’s, and let the hard cock rest on the girl’s thigh and on the frills of her white bloomers. The shift in position also gave a better view to the crowd behind Gwenda as the girl’s right breast was no longer out of sight between their chests, unlike the left one that now pressed to the skin between the demoness’ tiny tits.<br/><br/>“Do you trust me, Ami?” Gwenda whispered once she’d learned the girl’s name, and while waiting for an answer, slipped both of her hands under the edge of the white bloomers so the palm of the left hand touched the lower belly, the thumb hooked on the waistline, and the fingers gently caressed the sensitive skin on the groin and the inner thigh. The right hand went in from behind for a light grope of the girl’s butt, but also with the thumb hooked on the outside, so the demoness could slowly start lowering the last piece of clothing that still protected the girl’s most private bits. Gwenda continued to hold Ami in the hypnotic gaze until she was certain of her willingness to surrender to the finale of the game, and only then proceeded to strip the bloomers all the way down, slowly and sensually along the pair of succulent thighs and legs still protected with opaque stockings. Kneeling, and lowering her wings, the succubus made sure nothing would obstruct the exquisite view from the crowd.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>