<em>Illiena nods, taking another sip of her drink as she turns her attention to Nightshade in particular, and she has a look of reminiscent fondness.<br/><br/>"Well, one might also choose to attribute their relative easiness in working with you to your own skills in handling them. You know, she reminds me a little of an old friend of mine..."<br/><br/>As she speaks, she again reaches into her robes, and extracts from it a charm which can be worked into Atelia's hair.<br/><br/>"I assume you know Celestial?"<br/><br/>Nightshade, for her part, catches Atelia's wink, and gives a small smirk, letting her gaze wander back to the celestial almost curiously for a long moment before returning her eyes to the fey.<br/><br/>The barbed deviless quivers at the light touch, trying not to squirm as her mistresses teases her even more, but still she can't help but move a little, grinding the sensitive little nub against the fiendbinder's finger. Normally, she might be more stoic, but the liquid pain she's been drinking has weakened what resistance she would normally display. Soft, almost imperceptible shuddering gasps issue from her lips as the spines continues to extend and retract, her whole body as tense and taut as a bowstring.</em>