As the succubus withdraws, Sarianna collapses to the ground, gasping for breath, a very happy, almost content look on her face. Her hand drifts down to between her legs, where she continues to rub gently, enjoying the memories and pleasure. She absently watches the transformation of her equipment with a twinge of worry... her chances of leaving just slimmed, but escape seems to be a low priority, anyway.<br/><br/>At the next command, she pulls herself to her feet and picks up the 'clothing', examining it. A little reluctantly, though trusting her mistress' command, she puts it on. A little tight in some places, and leaving her with a blush on her face at the immodesty of it, she models the finished product for the demoness.