Despite everything, the actual pregnancy fascinated Amara. The experience of a life growing within her...she could only stroke her belly, wondering why it was happening. Eventually, though, she gave birth, her body swiftly recovering, even as she felt her arousal build up over and over again.<br/><br/>When Mistress spoke to her, though, she bowed to the succubus and spoke appreciatively. "Thank you, Mistress. Is...there anything I need to know, when going out?"<br/><br/>Assuming there was nothing in particular, she tried to see if there was clothing she might be able to wear in public, and headed out, having attached the new tag to her collar. And dutifully drinking the potion, knowing better, by this point, than to cross Mistress's words.