<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>The young elf swallowed as she sagged in her brief respite, but the sight of the syringes made her sink back in the chair, cringing and tugging weakly at the ropes that bound her in place.  But she couldn't stop the demoness, and closed her eyes tight as she felt the needles bite into her flesh and flinching as something was injected into her.  It felt like water, but...the demoness was far too pleased for that.  Opening her eyes, she looked down at her breasts, asking weakly and in horror. "W-what did you just...what did you just do to me?"<br/><br/>But the question of which to do was...bad.  Succubi, perversions of beauty, or tentacles from every direction.  For a moment she debated the subject, and even considered not answering, but...that would merely lead to more torture.  The demon liked the idea of the succubi, which probably meant they were worse...but she'd also been a very good liar before.  So the obvious choice was...<br/><br/>"Th-the succubi." Diadra mumbled, cringing as she anticipated how badly this was going to go.