While he strips, the succubus works a couple more light suggestions on the noblewoman, and, by the time he turns back, they're both equally nude; the succubus, her impressive bosom hanging free, her body utterly perfect, her long, spaded tail wrapped around the noblewoman's leg, one wing wrapped around the other woman, the other folded in. The noblewoman, on the other hand, is quite attractive, for a human woman; she likely would've been prettier, once, and will likely be quite beautiful, once she's fully mature, but now she's stuck in a slightly awkward transition; still attractive, but too old to be pretty, and too young to be mature.<br/><br/>They beckon to him, drawing him into their embrace. "Oh, you poor thing, look at all those scars. I'll bet we can do somethign to make them feel better, can't we?" "I think I have a few ideas." The two women glance at each other, and, at a slight nod from the succubus, the noblewoman drops down to her knees, as Nameless is guided down onto the bed, the succubus straddling his lap, her breasts pressed up to his face, as the noblewoman's lips close around his shaft.