Amara stifled a cry of pain as her arm was twisted, and her voice was breathless as she replied. "You...are likely right, but I refuse to give in until I have to. I am nothing if not true to<em>myself."</em><br/><br/>She whimpered slightly, but held still as the succubus pulled out the piercing kit, wincing at the brief pain. When the piercing was put in place, though, she eyed it suspiciously, but held her tongue. At the sight of the women, and the way that she spoke, her throat went dry, and she twisted against the ropes uselessly. She was breathing harder, trying not to be aroused, when they hauled her off to the bedroom. Looking at each of them, then the door, she sighed loudly, then commented. "It won't do me a bit of good to try to run, will it? The door is likely locked, and you aren't going to be persuaded. To answer simply, I have never been with<em>anyone</em>before, nor have I chosen to pleasure myself."