Mary's heart was beating rapidly as she crept down the tunnel. When  she spotted the door, Mary moved slower and more cautiously. Caution that was justified in her mind when she saw the large bed, bath and 'toys' decorating the far wall. Toys that she could use. Shje wasn;t the best with a whip, but she did know how to use one and some of the flaying knives would do nicely in replacing her missing daggers.  So she steps into the room. Only top jump, her hand over her mouth as the portcullis slams down behind her. Nearly impaling the back of her foot.<br/><br/>Quickly she looks around the room, heading to the far wall. She stops when the couch turns around and she sees herself! sitting on it. with wings and a tail. The young woman felt a brief stab of fear, then jealousy and anger. The fear as she recognizes the succubi for what she is, the jealousy at her perfect body, and why couldn't she have it?, and anger at herself for being jealous and fearful.<br/><br/>She straightens, brushing one of the ponytails back over her shoulder and strolls into the room as if she owns it. "You look like me. What's the plan? Rape? Some bondage? Torture? Or something else? Hard to beat being raped by thirty minotuars." Mary says, casually moving to the wall that held the intruments of torture. She made it look like she was interested in looking at them, but she was trying to get a whip and knive if she could. She had no intention for.... herself to get ahold of her.