As Ruby describes it, the succubus mimics them, to match, then, as an afterthought, turns the aureoles an almost ruby red, to match the elf's name. "Like this, then? Or bigger?" she asks, adjusting them to match the size and dimensions the elf would enjoy most.<br/><br/>Once she's settled on a design, the succubus nods, and adjusts back to her own darker skin tone, though she keeps the finished design, herself, making no move to place her bra back on. "So, we'll be needing to add a fair bit more mass, won't we?" she asks, rhetorically, opening a small bin, and pulling out two large, strange, slug-like creatures, each slightly smaller than the finished size of the breasts. "Now, just hold still, this won't hurt, though it might tingle for a while," she says, as she advances on Ruby, and presses the larvae against her chest, clearly working some potent magics, as the slugs writhe for a brief moment, before melting into Ruby's skin, her breasts swelling as they're absorbed, growing in an almost natural progression, until they're the size she wants. The succubus then works her fingers over the flesh, which feels<em>completely</em>natural, any trace of the slug creatures gone, kneading and massaging them, like a potter working clay, until they're just the right shape, her tail bringing over a brush and a small jar, which she uses to apply an odd, reddish powder, around her nipples, changing the shape and color of them, to match the request, checking her own breasts for comparison, a few times. The whole process takes, at most, half an hour, and when she's finished, there's not a hint that they aren't perfectly natural.