<em>At this, the tulani arches an eyebrow, clearly surprised, to which the succubus smirks, eyes still on her target, who, by now, looks quite flushed and embarrassed. But, still, what could looking do? That is, unless Nightshade's been using her telepathy all this time...<br/><br/>"This one, the most reserved? My, they must be quite the handful when all together... I don't think the multiverse could handle three Lyra's, in all honesty. But, nevertheless, as she did for me, I'm positive they ensure you're never bored, though one wonders if you ever get a moment's peace..."<br/><br/>Reaver, by now, is using all her willpower to restrain herself from pressing those playful fingers deeper into her blossom, just trying to hold still and not to moan, again hiding it as best she can with another 'sip' of her beverage, though by now, the deep breaths she's taking-- showing off her bust quite nicely-- and the half-lidded eyes she has are almost certain giveaways to any observer who looks closely. When the pleasure nub is pinched, however, she bites down on her lip to keep from crying out, drawing the tiniest bit of blood from the intense pressure. If Atelia keeps this up, the deviless may well orgasm...</em>