More than an hour passes, the succubi skillfully bringing her tender body to orgasm after orgasm, eagerly gulping down the magical nectar she provides, never stopping, only sucking harder. Finally, the door bursts open, the half-elf woman in disguise, standing there, watching the scene of unbridled lust for a few minutes, scowling. "That's enough! You're supposed to be torturing her by<em>denying</em>her pleasure, not... not... what, what is that delightful.. scent?" she asks, moving closer, and kneeling down by the foot of the bed, her eyes widening as she reaches out with her fingers, dabbing them in Diadra's copious juices, and licking them. "What... what is this? It... it can't be! BOTH OF YOU, OFF HER, NOW!" she bellows, though the succubi pay her no heed.