The succubus seems absolutely delighted as Diadra strips, even more so that she left the belt on, until the last, to tease her all the more, though she scowls, as soon as she says she can't remove the belt. "Take off the belt," she orders, figuring it might just be some mental resistance, though, when that doesn't work, she gets back to her feet, and walks over to inspect the belt, personally, scowling and cursing as she realizes how well-made it is. In annoyance, she grabs the belt, and suddenly vanishes, reappearing an instant later, across the room... holding nothing. The belt was still in place. "Rrr, raar! I can't believe someone locked you in so<em>tightly,</em>" she snarls, angrily, kicking a wooden device next to her, hard enough to knock it over. She takes a deep breath, then stalks over to Diadra again. "Fine. In that case, your job will be to pleasure me, since I can't do much to you, in return. Now, tell me... what's your fantasy woman? The perfect woman who you'd give anything to make love to? Tell me, in perfect detail."