The demonness claps her hands, excitedly, and grins. "Oh, you'll find out, soon enough," she says, answering her first question, as she merely steps aside, and two perfect women walk out from behind Diadra, flawlessly beautiful, their bodies glistening, like they just climbed out of the hot pools, above ground. "Oooh, isn't she just adorable?" "I think we're going to have fun with her." "Oh, and don't worry, sweety. Unlike that big brute, we're a bit tougher. Your little tricks will just scratch us." "And my sister does love being scratched, don't you, you naughty girl?" The first one giggles, wickedly, as they untie Diadra, and she can hear the sound of the door behind them locking.<br/><br/>The room is little more than a stone cell, with a cot, and the wooden chair Diadra's tied to, in the middle, above a small drain, barely large enough to fit more than a few fingers down, so no chance of escape there. Diadra doesn't get much chance to review it, though, before the chair is kicked out of the way, and the two succubi scoop her up, squeezing her between them. "Ohh, feel, her breasts are already growing!" the one at her front squeals, and the second slides her hands around, to squeeze them. "Ooh, you're right. I thought it was already finished... seems she's going to be bigger than us, when she's done." "And on such a little elf, too!"