“Your last mistress had a stable?”  It wasn’t exactly a new concept for her - plenty of other demoness’ personal collection of slaves more resembled a menagerie than anything else, but to her knowledge Lalia’s last mistress had been a girl, and such things were far more uncommon.  “I’ll need to remember to ask for a demonstration when we have a chance in the future...”<br/><br/>Noticing the centauress’ arousal and discomfort before she starts to leave, Xentia can’t help but take a deep breath, feeling the subconscious tingle of her own magic interacting with it.  Turning back to the centaur that she was presumably going to get a ride from, she was just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation between Cathy and Sarnai and to see Cathy offer herself up to he centauress.  “Hmph.  And after she went through all that effort to tell me no earlier…”<br/><br/>Swinging up onto the back of her centauress, Xentia knows that she’s likely going to leave a not-insubstantial wet spot on her back thanks to the show that Cathy and Sarnai are putting on for the rest of them, and that her ride was likely not going to fare the best with an aroused succubus on her back.  “Damn.  Now I’m going to be pent-up all day thanks to that.  Although…”  Leaning forward, she presses herself up against the centauress’ back.  “If you get too hot and bothered at any point, I’ll be more then happy to help you with that, my dear.”