Lorelei gasped, shaking her head.  "No, I"m not... not a pleasure slave!" she protested.  She had never met a pleasure slave, but she had heard the term before, and could guess its meaning.<br/><br/>At the demon's request, she paled, nodding.  "Y-yes I'll... um, lick your slit..." she said hesitantly.  After a few moments, she added, "Wh-where... is your slit?"  As she watched the demon lean back and pull up her dress, she blushed.  "Y-you want me to lick.. lick you there?  If... if that will keep you from touching my... my rear," she stammered before carefully dropping to one knee (having difficulty with her arms bound behind her back) and leaning forward towards the demoness.