The demoness's image flickered for a moment, almost as if she were a ghost, then she resumed her normal appearance.  She, however, looked worried.  "The paladins are here.  They are searching for me.  They don't know that I am here but if you were to enter the tap room while they are looking, they will know that you carry my stone."<br/><br/>The demoness looked almost frightened, "I will make any deal with you that you require, just do not let them take my stone again.  I've spent more than seventy years with my stone locked inside a cold stone vault with only the damning prayers of priests and paladins as an eternal torment.  I did nothing to deserve this, I was summoned to this world and then imprisoned in that gem without harming a single mortal.  Speak the terms of your deal and whatever they may be, if it is within my power, I shall agree to them.  I ask only that you don't turn me over to them, and that you keep me close to you, especially during sex, so that I may feel the heat, the warmth.  I will never use my powers against you unless you ask me to do so.... but you'll have to hide me very securely before you return to the tap room... very very securely."<br/><br/>The demoness looked downwards and Brea would be quite clear that it wasn't her belly or her knees that the succubus looked at, but between, as she said, "Either hole would suffice if you have a preference for such."