Mention of the 'captain' brought a grin to Delia's lips. So, they'd follow his words, hrm? Even in her weakened state, it would be a matter of childsplay to influence his or her mind, and sway them to reconsider putting up a fight "Your captain? Well, I'd certainly like to meet..." Xarius' called out warning has the succubus swiveling her eyes upwards, alighting upon the duo of harpies waiting in the rigging to ambush the little group of escapees mid-sentence. Eyes narrowing slightly, Delia continues "...them." That could have been...pretty bad. Having one or two of their numbers carried off or dumped overboard before the fight got under way would have made things quite unmanagable, even if the remaining individuals didn't have the look of trained, seasoned soldiers about them. Thoughts of working her wily magic upon the captain instead shift to doing the same to one or both harpies. She didn't trust her wings to carry her weight - they felt weak, somehow - and to even be dropped from considerable height was not something she particularly cared to experience, be it in water or on the deck.<br/><br/>The creak of the captain's door opening draws Delia's attention from the threat overhead, her look of curiosity immediately turning to one of outright delight. Aron! So, the drow had pulled through after all - and with flying colors. Eyes shifting from the surprised dwarf to the captain-filled stomach pressing against his back, Delia exhales a little, light-hearted laugh "Ahaha! Now that's timing, if ever I saw it! Good work." Letting her gaze linger upon the drow's uncovered chest - and full stomach - for a few seconds longer, she adds with a coy little grin "...And he looks good on you."<br/><br/>When the assembled crew makes all haste to drop their weapons, a sense of giddy excitement washes across Delia, sending her long, spiked tail to lashing eagerly behind her "Oohh, good choice! As pleasant as it would be to stuff a few more of you in my stomach, I'm perfectly full as-is!" Freedom! For all she knew, it might be brief - they still had no port of destination in mind, and who knew what they'd encounter upon reaching it - but for the moment, freedom was theirs! It felt good. REALLY good. Not one to revel in her excitement and joy alone, Delia reaches down and tucks both arms beneath her stomach, giving it a few quick jostles to shift the mage's attention from what it felt like being inside a succubus' stomach, to her voice "You hear that, dear?! They surrendered! Isn't that GREAT news? Now, you, me, and my stomach have all the time in the world to get acquainted! Well..." She laughs softly, arms slipping out from beneath her belly to allow it to fall back into place with a loud, squishy-sounding<span style="font-weight: bold">*SLOSH</span>"...Maybe not ALL the time in the world. Awfully hungry after being locked up in that cell, and my belly is quite eager to restore some of those lost nutrients....and a little power. I hear the souls of mages are quite alite with energy...guess we get to see now, hrrrmm?"  Tracing her fingertips alone the vague outlines the mage made in her stuffed stomach, the ecstatic succubus giggles to herself. Freedom, a filling meal of a doomed mage girl - what was her name again? Oh well, it didn't really matter - and the prospects of a brighter further, loosed upon a world of mortals to regain whatever it is she'd lost. Something she still could not quite put her finger on.<br/><br/>Rather than dwelling on it, Delia again shifts her attention to the clatter of weapons - some more reluctant than others - dropping to the deck. Clapping her hands together like a schoolgirl, Delia practically DANCES forward, grabbing a random crewman here and there and planting a kiss upon their cheek or giving their hands a little grip in her own "Oh, we're going to be the best of friends, now! Course, only those of you who surrendered. There's a handful down below that won't be quite so lucky...MAYBE. A succubus stands by her word though - don't raise a hand against us, serve us until we depart, and I think it's only fair you get to leave the ship with your lives as well, mmm? Of course, those who choose to do otherwise..." Swirling over to the dwarf (and making a rather big showing of her stomach sloshing around with her over exaggerated movements), she wraps an arm around his neck, leaning against his shoulder "....well, let's hope we don't have to make an example of anyone! Noone is going to cause a fuss, now, are they?" Giving his beard a little tug, Delia remains leaned against him, casting a glance over her temporary allies and the remainder of the crew "I think we can ALL agree that - if noone puts up a fuss - we can let everyone leave alive, can't we? They put us in at a port of our choosing, part with a little wealth to...ease our transition, and in return, they get to keep their lives." It was an oddly charitable offer from a demon, and perhaps entirely attributed to her elated mood. Of course, she might be stretching her words a little as well, and who entirely knew what she had in store for the handful of survivors still below deck - those that had not already bled out.<br/><br/>((If there's intentions of moving this forward to 'later on', Delia's first order of business will be ensuring the sailors are mostly weaponless. Things needed to effectively do their job are allowed, but no big swords and things of that nature. Second order of business will be securing the powder stores below, so no crewman gets the bright idea of trying to take the entire ship out if they don't like how things are going. Third - If Mona wants to take Delia up on her offer of the strapping farmboy still charmed down below, will do that! Or course, content with playing any or all of it out, or not even skipping. x3 More up to you and Xarces!))