Sariah is standing behind the succubus, and is watching the proceedings with her amehtyst eyes, and a hand is gently stroking her sex, which has flowered a bit under her own ministrations. The crop smacks against Kathrine's sex again, and the distorted voice of Amora is heard again, but it does not seem to be coming from her, but rather about three feet to her left. "Did I give the slave permission to look at anyone?"<br/><br/>She pushes the paladin back onto her arms, and watches her fold up around the bars, and her limbs, and presses the boot heel against Kathrine's sex, slowly sliding it into her netherlips, and says, "The rules are simple, slave. You have no name until we give you one, and you do what I or my lover, Darla, tells you too. And you have not been given permission to speak, nor scream, not yell, or make any vocalizations. Understood?"<br/><br/>She then reaches down, and pulls the gag from Kathrine's mouth, and looks at her, as if waiting for her to disobey.