<em>Reaver's breathing becomes a bit quicker, but she hides it from Bonesaw by downing another dose of the liquid pain. Nightshade knows her-- and Atelia-- more than well enough to guess what's going on by the smallest of hints, and, despite her distraction, the hamatula knows it would be pointless to try to conceal what's going on from the succubus sorceress. She shivers again, tensing as the fingers brushing so close to her cleft contrast the terrible hurt welling up inside until it bursts, sending suffering racing through every inch of her body. Her spines flex, extending and contracting the smallest bit, though none so much as touch Atelia, the deviless somehow retaining the presence of mind despite the effects of the drug to be able to avoid even risking doing harm to her mistress. And then the pleasure rushes over her again, and it seems as if she might melt from the waves of bliss crashing over her. She arches her back ever so slightly, pressing her flesh into that stroking, tormenting touch.<br/><br/>Nightshade, for her part, only casts an amused smile at Atelia when noting what's going on, but gives not further indication, while Bonesaw, his attention now off the baatezu, glowers in silence at the tulani, not able to contradict her words. However, he brightens at the thought of pitfighting... given, of course, he's the one in the ring, getting to tear his opponents to pieces.<br/><br/>"Ah... sensible enough, though one might question the wisdom of having three, if they are so troublesome... Still, I can see the attraction in the idea."<br/><br/>The eladrin smiles warmly, and she seems almost charmed by the quirks of what would almost seem to be a circle of friends or a family, were it not for the underlying fiendish nature that causes every relationship between them to have at least a vague undercurrent of mistrust...<br/><br/>"Is there any more information or help you may require?"</em>