(Probably indifferent, at least until something bad happens. It's not like she has much choice... no weapons, no spells (drained from the negative levels), and now no armor.)<br/><br/>The paladin immediately rises to her feet, and starts the laborious process of removing her armor. A sudden flash of inspiration hits her, something that might be her only means of escape later, the last vestiges of her self-preservation instinct calling out. As she removes and sets aside her helm and chain coif, she wills her<em>hat of disguise</em>, currently a ribbon loosely tying up her hair, to become something small and unobtrusive, maybe a thin headband, or something that wouldn't seem out of place to not remove. At the very least, it might provide her a modicum of modesty later... though any other thoughts soon flee as the<em>suggestion</em>regains control of her mind.<br/><br/>Her helmet tossed aside, revealing her shoulder length brown hair, she next removes her gauntlets, flexing her stiff fingers. She loosens the straps holding the plates to her arms and sets them aside, then along her sides, pulls her arms into the torso, and lifts the upper half of the armor off over her head. She struggles to get it over her breasts, her curves clearly visible beneath the thing cloth shirt she wore under her armor. Already, her nipples were stiff and visible under her shirt. She sets down the breastplate, and leans down to unlace her boots, the front of her shirt lowering just not quite enough to show anything naughty, but more than enough to give a good view. She sets those off to the side as well, and undoes the clasps holding the greaves together. She has to lie down to work them off alone, which gives the succubus ample time to savor the fact that all she wore under those were simple cloth panties. The whole process takes an agonizing few minutes, during which Sarianna is constantly distracted by thoughts of how much she needs to get off, now.<br/><br/>Finally out of her armor and down to her underclothes, the real show begins. With a smirk, she slowly begins to lift her shirt from the bottom, showing her well-toned stomach and just a hint of the curve of her breasts, before turning her back to the demoness and removing it all the way. Tossing it aside and crossing her arms as if hugging herself, she turns around once, showing little and promising much. With her back to the succubus again, she drops her arms, and bends over, presenting her firm ass, and grabs her panties by the sides, and tugs them down, again, showing as little as possible. Stepping out of them, she turns around to face the demoness once more, one arm across her chest, the other chastely covering her neatly trimmed mound. With a sly look, she saunters over to the eager demon, drops her arms to wrap them around her, and leans in for a kiss.