Astraotte moans as the hot cum bursts into her ass, the cursed shibari ropes drawing tighter over her abused frame as she curls in on herself, tears prickling at her eyes. The familiar sensation of shrinking is there, her body pulling in on itself as her magic is drained away, dissipating in the air around her like a faint mist. She reaches out with one hand to try to grasp at it, knowing that it'll fail, and then tucks her knees into her chest and tries to curl up into a ball. She feels her breasts deflating even as she shrinks, her already short frame drawing inwards until she's not much taller than the priestess.<em>At least I still have better tits</em>she thinks spitefully as she takes in the lustful, jealous expression on the priestesses face, before she softens. The short girl is the only one who hasn't hurt her, at least not intentionally, and the only one she's actually... interested in. Even if it's hard to move, and painful, and humiliating.<br/><br/>She sniffles and pulls the leash attached to her collar across the ground, picking it up from where the man had dropped it as he basked in the ecstasy of his victory. The succubus looks down at it before holding out her hand to extend it to the priestess, her eyes pleading for her to help her.<br/><br/><em>Down 42 SP - need to rebuild my sheet because of Mythweavers but I'm low, just not out.</em>