"It's what he does." "And he's quite good at it." "And you'd be very lucky to find him." The demons replied, their hands easing muscles and removing the days of detritus from Naael's body easily. One pulled out some shampoo and began to lather Naael's hair while the other held her gently in her arms. "The transformation varies." "You'll end up, physically, much like us." "Tougher, able to accept virtually anything that fits between your legs, wings and a tail..." "But mentally...varies." "The change reaches into your mind, yes." "Insatiable lust and desire, for the most part." "And most succubi are more submissive, as well." "Fight the mental changes, though, and the transformation forces you to accept them." "Such warps the mind and twists morals." "We were mentally linked as it happened, so we know what happened." "But it happened, and we can't change away from it."