The sensation of the magical field supressing her energy rolls across her head like greasy water as Delia pokes her head out of her little room, taking a quick scan of the hallway. Ugh, that felt...SO much better. Just having her head outside the field of magical negation made her thoughts function a little bit better, made that 'empty' sensation inside of her that much less overwhelming. Despite how desperately she wanted to slip fully out into the hallway, she dare not just yet, not until she'd taken stock of her surroundings, and --<br/><br/>--Oh, hello...a guard. Even had she not been practically starved on 'normal food' for the past couple of weeks, Delia doubted her stomach would have rumbled any less. Even from this distance she could smell him - smell his vitality, smell the faint tint of salty sea air that had brushed his skin, smell the faint hint of wine on his breath, a little nip he'd took before his duties began? As much as she preferred the less direct approach to such things, to sensually ease someone down her throat, let them settle into her awaiting belly nice and slow....it was a feat of willpower to resist the urge to simply rush from her room, leap upon the man, and stuff him down her throat with all the lack of tact one might expect of the common barbarian.<br/><br/>Again, a soft little pang of hunger rumbled in her stomach, making her winch slightly in displeasure - mmf, it really had been a while. She could feel that emptiness inside of her like a hole in her chest, a gnawing hunger that the strapping young man would satiate so nicely...<br/><br/>Even if she got caught, even if somehow they discovered her after her stomach had already reduced him to a delicious, nutrient-rich soup...it mattered little. Everything he was would go a long, long way towards keeping her alive long enough for her to sneak off with another meal...perhaps one of the unfortunate slaves at the mines? Mm, who knew - she cared little about that far in the future. In the here and now, she felt weak, she felt hungry, and the unawares guard would be the perfect meal to get her back into top form.<br/><br/>How, then to go about it. Perhaps she could use her innate charms too--<br/><br/>The sight of the catboy in the cell next to hers slipping out into the hallway causes Delia to jump slightly, her eyes widening slightly at his sudden appearance. He'd gotten out? How? Yet, there he was...the one who'd summoned her. The one who'd taken her from her life of pleasure and delight, and gotten her thrust upon the dreadful ship with all it's...unwashed prisoners.<br/><br/>Well. A guard might make her feel better, but a catboy prisoner...? If he came up missing, the odds of her getting punished as severely were low...<br/><br/>From the little slit in Delia's doorway, Xarius can just barely see the outlines of her face, illuminated only by the soft, red glow of her eyes. She was...smiling? Slender, delicate-looking fingers slipping around the doorway, the succubus pulled her door open just a little bit further, her fingertip curling in a welcoming beckon, bidding him to step, silently, into her cell...