Before Crystal speaks, the succubus looks a little bit hopeful, but as she declines to talk, the succubus just looks at her silently for a moment more with a look of deadpan disappointment.  "Ah well.  That was really more for my own benefit anyway...  Didn't expect you to talk from just one good fuck."  She rolls away from the captive princess and hops lightly up to her feet, walking towards the barred door.<br/><br/>"Though it does help to give you a nice fresh memory of what it's like to feel pleasure."  As she gets to the door, she handles something, and the shadow tentacles already around Crystal's wrists pull her to her feet.  "It makes the pain all the more effective." As she turns, she has a long braided leather whip in her hands, caressing it almost like some favored pet.  The succubus' mental voice swims into Crystal's head again, [I do have to keep up appearances.  Besides, weather you act like a puppet to help the world or actually break and become one, both ways work in my favor.]