<em>Nightshade's pleasure at the compliment shows in a feline, self-satisfied smile as she moves to return to the bed, remaining in her new form, sending an almost challenging look at her two "sisters". Maplepink, while she blushes and looks even more nervous at that look, is calmed a little as Atelia speaks to her and strokes her hair affectionately while Reaver's arms hold her in a gentle embrace, though, from the slight movement of her eyes and the expression on her face, the fiendbinder can tell that the deviless is also giving words of encouragement, or perhaps suggestions, to the more submissive succubus. Lemonscent, however, not sandwiched as her counterpart is, merely writhing and gasping seductively once, exaggerating the effects of the pinch, is the next to rise from the bed to craft her disguise.<br/><br/>Unlike Nightshade, who expresses her arrogance in the vanity of the perfection of her disguise and her self, the more dominant, openly aggressive demoness stands before the mirror and throws her all into the transformation with an almost devil-may-care attitude, her hair becoming a long, shimmering golden blonde and her skin becoming pale and pristine, white as a virgin's virtue, while keeping her impressively toned frame and supple curves completely unchanged, and, when she turns, she reveals perfect rose-red lips and gleaming, almost intimidating silver eyes, the image of severe and immaculate discipline, an angel that could as easily be a beacon of light as a fallen among the legions of the damned.</em>