<em>Nightshade nods, grinning with wicked anticipation, her tail flicking back and forth. Nearby, likely due to some telepathic comment from the demoness, the nymph nearly trips and spills what she's serving, but she manages to keep both her balance and the drinks. Of course, in a way, she's lucky. If it had been either Lemonscent or Maplepink, they hardly would have let the little tryst private, and right now either one would be bouncing up and down-- quite alluringly-- with schoolgirl-ish eagerness. Nightshade, for all of her forwardness compared to mortals, is probably the most subtle of Atelia's succubi in her desires.<br/><br/>Reaver covers her smirk with a hand, and Bonesaw rolls his eyes menacingly at the little demoness, clearly jealous that she gets exactly what she wants, and he has no fun at all. Then again, his needs are comparably more liable to cause chaos and harm.</em>