<em>Though Maplepink and Lemonscent do make things... interesting for a little while, Reaver and Nightshade manage to keep them in line enough that the whole scene doesn't degenerate into an orgy. Eventually, before her, the three succubi stand dressed. <br/><br/>Nightshade has donned the most practical of the outfits: a simple deep blue sleeveless, form-hugging tunic that seems to have stars woven into the very fabric, with a matching short cape and cowl, spellcaster's belts hanging loosely about her waist as her black leather breeches, riding temptingly low, though her tunic's hem hides it, with slits down the outer sides, revealing dusky expanses of thigh, at least until her knee-high adventurer's boots are reached. A few bangles about her wrists, rings, and a simple necklace complete the look as she hefts her glaive.<br/><br/>Lemonscent, to complement her angelic appearance, chooses robes similar to a priest's or monk's, at once voluminous enough to leave something to the imagination, and fitted enough to leave a damning amount to tantalize, especially with the strategic cutouts that bare some of her flesh, particularly her rather notable cleaveage, somehow achieving a persona simultaneously alluring and beautiful and at the same time, stern and unbending.<br/><br/>Maplepink, last but certainly not least, dresses herself primarily in red, diaphanous silk, easily the most revealing and openly sexual of the outfits as the crimson strands seem to draw attention to her tempting flesh more than hide it as she uses it to create a loose resemblance to a harem outfit while adding a few more dangerous touches to make herself just enough like a dancer that no one will mistake her for a slave.<br/><br/>Smiling in approval as she watches them, Reaver, having neither the shapeshifting prowess of her companions, nor their need to pretend to be human, subsequently, no real need for clothes, especially if her services will only be called upon once they locate the cult, allows herself to take the background to the trio of succubi, seemingly satisfied with the position for now, or, at least, if not content, then resigned and hiding it well.</em>