<span style="color: #909090">[Recap: Gwenda and Eve are sitting at the right end of the long bar counter; Eve at left and Gwenda at right so that she has vision of her mistress, who sits at the far left by the wall.]</span><br/><br/>It would’ve been so easy to resort to rudeness—taking orders from strangers wasn’t exactly the demon’s job description—but as Gwenda noticed the subtle signs of excitement on the draenei’s body, she knew she was still on top of her game. The succubus faced directly towards the woman, leaned on the counter on the elbow of her right arm, and supported her tilted head with a loose fist. Her expression turned into a cocky grin and she simply stared at the draenei with narrowed eyes and said nothing in reply. Her equine penis reached full erection, and with the free hand, she idly fingered her bald testicles.<br/><br/>Few things infuriated the demon more than being rejected by her target, but most of the time it was just a matter of realizing that the person was only pretending. Sometimes it was hard, and sometimes easy, like when the victim would get aroused by the mere sight of her naked body. Gwenda bit her lower lip and maintained eye contact until the woman would either look away or pounce at her in uncontrollable lust; there were no other options, unless the draenei somehow possessed an incredible amount of willpower.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>