You find yourself traveling a good 100 feet or so into the ground, enjoying how tight and cramp and evil everything is. Very nice moody setting, all things considered, as you float on down and get to the bottom level of the succubus home/lair. You find yourself in a stone cut room of sorts, very rustic, as there is a metal door a good 15 feet away for added dramatic effect. Which is where you find your new pet succubus, trying to operate the handle to the door while flying at the same time. A feat that is proving quite difficult for her, barely controlling her flight as she curses over and over and rubs her bruised butt against the door in order to get her hands near the latch.<br/><br/>Naturally she is too busy to be distracted by something as boring as you standing there.