<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Succubus3.jpg)</div>Vholdran would see that Alactra was rather exhausted, after her long ordeal of 'giving birth' to the Archfiend he had sought to free.  The newly-reborn Fey'ri both conscious and cognizant of the words being spoken by those around her, her eyes taking in the forms of the two whom she had helped free, drawn especially to linger on the beauty of the half-snake woman being held so tenderly, and to the massive, throbbing rod that the tall, grey-skinned man displayed so brazenly...  When her own Demon Lord spoke to her, giving her instructions, she shook her head in response.<br/><br/>"I'm... sorry, my Lord."  She was panting as she spoke, her chest still heaving, the soft flesh of her breasts quivering slightly with each intake of breath.  "I'm afraid... I can't quite move yet."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alactra would lay there throughout the entirety of Echidna's conversation with Vholdran, but by the time the next of her Master's guests arrived, she would have recovered enough to take her leave, and thus be outside the room when Ungrath arrived.  In keeping with her Master's prophetic abilities, she found a small pile of equipment waiting for her, obviously magical in nature, though in appearance it was little more than a slim, black choker to go around her neck, a set of lacy black gloves that extended up past her elbows in length, and a black headband adorned with black roses.  The only other item was a small black ball, seemingly completely inert and without any useful properties, until she picked it up and thought about activating it.  Then it opened up, unfurled, turned to liquid and began flowing over her skin... and when it was done, she found herself covered head to toe in a surprisingly snug and form-fitting suit of thick black armor.<br/><br/>It looked like plate mail, and was about as restrictive, but in terms of weight, it was more like leather, and she found that she could still walk and fly just as easily while wearing it.  More importantly, a little further experimentation revealed that it was glamered, and that a little mental effort would cause its form to shimmer and shift, taking on any form and color that she liked.  There was even a mirror nearby, another little bit of foresight from her Master, in which she could admire both her new form and new equipment once she put it on.<br/><br/>And so, after trying out a few different possible outfits, the fey'ri eventually settled on a scandalously scanty little black outfit with some sheer, silken accessories, and then quietly made her way downstairs to wait in the front hall as instructed.  Her Master had said there would be guests, and she would be sure to greet each and every one that came in by the front door.