Before Iranna unleashed her demon into the bar, she took a moment to clean up Gwenda’s face and fix the make-up that tears had smeared up all over her cheeks. The chubby elf sat on a tall bar stool and the demon stood by, blankly staring into nothingness, her face at just the right height for the operation. By the end of it, the succubus was once again as beautiful as ever with no signs of sorrow left around the white glow of her eyes.<br/><br/>When the goblin delivered the free drinks, Iranna nodded her thanks, and gladly accepted both of them for herself with no intention of sharing. As had become their habit, Gwenda was in charge of socializing while her mistress retreated to a lone corner of the bar out of sight of most of the curious eyes. The mistress expected the demon to go express her gratitude and then politely decline any requests for possible follow-ups, so Gwenda took on the task, or at least, made it look like she did.<br/><br/>The naked succubus made her walk across the floor, this time with no attempt to control the dangling of the soft horse cock between her legs, and welcomed every unsolicited slap on her bubble-butt with a playful whimper and an energetic swing of her tail. On a constant lookout for a good fuck, she sent a few throbs down her junk at the sight of bare goblin tits and the occasional cute human face that she passed by. However, she only stopped once she reached the secluded table and the well-dressed stranger who had paid for the drinks.<br/><br/>“My mistress expresses her gratitude,” Gwenda repeated the phrase that she’d told countless of patrons before, but then instead of apologizing and leaving, she took a seat next to the man and leaned in closer for a whisper, “If it’s fun you’re after, I might just have something to intrigue you.”<br/><br/>The succubus leaned her elbows on the table so her arms obstructed the view of her flat breasts and their perky nipples, and kept her legs closed under the table, so there wasn’t much else to look at but her face framed by long red locks on the sides and razor cut bangs above.<br/><br/>“I’m more into girls myself,” she said without raising her voice too much,” but if you’d like to get to know my lovely mistress, she has agreed for me to answer any questions about her that you can think of. The price is one drink for three answers,” the demon gently brushed the dark red fabric of the stranger’s sleeve, “But then again, to a man of your status, that’s more of a formality than a price, isn’t it?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>