"You seem much more...relaxed. May I ask why, Ms. Naael?" The succubus asked, her voice soft, and her fingers like velvet as they traced Naael's spine, then dancing out slowly to follow her curves and muscles. Her voice was a soft shadow, wispy as she touched Naael, her own body obviously ready for any attentions Naael might choose to give her. Her tail coiled gently around Naael's left leg, almost possessively, or like it had a mind of its own.