"Mmm." "Well, then." They paused, considering as they washed her, erotically, but gently. Then they spoke again, in sequence. "We can aid in that." "But you smell of our kind." "Like you're turning into a succubus." "The smell...it's like that of Irvis, an incubus." "Yes, the one who plants a parasite in elves, to turn them into succubi." "He did so to us."<br/><br/>They continued considering a bit after that, then added, each looking into her eyes. "If you wish, we will aid you in your transformation." "It will occur whether you wish it or not." "Attempting to remove the parasite at this point would likely prove fatal." "If you resist, it will warp you." "If you accept it, and take it carefully, you'll remain mostly yourself." "We fought." "We failed." "But it is your choice."