<em>The archivist manages to get out just enough that, while groped and fondled-- the girls easily taking advantage of her lack of panties-- the hamatula understands her meaning, and pulls them off of her before they can do too much damage and keep their mistress from properly reprimanding them. She hauls them off the slight archivist by their necks, but without using her claws, applying just enough of a threat with the points to cause them to pay attention to Reaver and let go of Atelia, and, in return, rather than continue to hold them off the ground, the devil sets them down on their feet, a glance down and a glare at Maplepink, forcing the most lusty and submissive of the three succubi to remove the fruit from her cleft, which she does with a blush (almost certainly feigned). Reaver's expression remains as impassive as ever, however, giving no hint to the pair of her mistress' kindness earlier.<br/><br/>The two listen to Atelia's tone, and steal glances at each other for a long moment before responding simultaneously, doubtless having coordinated through telepathy.<br/><br/>"How soon can we be punished?"</em>