"Oh?" the drow asks, at Diadra's admittance of an easy way to torment her, after she pours the potion down her throat. "You are quite trusting. I suppose you had no reason to suspect I might poison you, considering I already<em>did</em>, but you're quite free with information," the drow says, smiling.<br/><br/>She'll notice the potion take effect, almost immediately, as her breasts begin to shrink, to almost half their current size; in addition, they're nowhere near as sensitive as they were, before.