"Going...easy?" Amara blanched at the idea, and resolved not to upset the succubus. No matter how much she hated the idea, she did<em>not</em>want the succubus 'punishing' her again. Her mind was...having enough difficulties as it was, another session like that... She shivered at the thought, both in rising arousal, and internal fear. Gods knew what would happen if that occurred again. But she moaned at the touch of the other elf, rapidly rising in arousal, and she gasped out another question. "What...do the various collars mean? I...don't know anything..."