<em>The succubi nod, waiting eagerly either to be dismissed, or to be called to pounce on their mistress... even after the exertions of the morning and afternoon, the tireless trio hardly seem winded at all. Reaver, for her part, seems more like her Mistress, mind roving to try to find and compensate for any flaw in the plan. If anything, though, the hamatula casts a half-worried glance towards Lemonscent. After all... the mission will require her to act subservient to the more dominant succubi now, and after the humiliating, however pleasurable, defeat she handed to the demoness, she suspects retribution will be forthcoming, even if Lemonscent does not yet realize it...</em>