Fight back.

"Mistress Dajy?!" you say in surprise. "How did you get here already?"

With a confident smile, she brings her hands back through her long, beautiful hair, and lays her seductive gaze upon you. "I do like when you call me mistress. And I ran of course." She giggles, though it's more like a devious cackle. "When I found out that you would be facing Catty, my blood boiled at the thought of what she may do to you."

Seriously?

"And where have you been?" Catherine snaps back. "I heard rumours that you perished."

"You think I could be slain so casually?"

"So you've chosen betrayal then."

"I fight for no man." She begins stepping aggressively in the direction of the Vampire Queen with a ferocity in her eyes. "I play with whomever I wish, whenever I wish."

"This is my domain!" she screams--a terrifying, inhuman tone.

The two leap towards one another. Catherine attempts to drive her claws nails into the succubus' grey flesh, though her wrists are grabbed before they reach. In a counterattack, Dajy slams her forehead directly into her opponent's, dizzying her for a moment before slamming her elbow into her stomach. After the vampiress recovers, she leaps back into combat with supernatural speed. All she can manage to grab are Dajy's dress straps, but she pulls as the fabric begins to tear. Meanwhile, Dajy snarls and grabs her foe's dress in return. They yank each other forwards and back, all while the clothing stretches further, and starts coming apart.

Catherine growls. She slams Dajy up against the wall, which forces out a groan of pain. But a queen of succubi isn't weak. She pushes her back, though after she does, the vampiress tears the straps of her foe's dress to pieces. Dajy cares little that her breasts are made bare apart from fragments of material slipping over her cleavage. Her perfect, perky breasts bounce as she fights--like a succubus is going to remotely care about her body being exposed. She immediately grabs the front of Catherine's dress, sinking her nails straight through the fabric, and she tears a huge chunk off, revealing one of her tits and much of the other.

Meanwhile, you and your party have gathered together in the middle of the room, still surrounded by the other vampires. Kashura is up as well, though thankfully she hasn't attacked. She seems more interested in the sudden battle of beauties in front of the doorway.

But the Vampire Queen turns her eyes to your party--a livid, feral visage. "Minions! Kill them all!"

Shit! You look to the head that was thrown earlier. It's nothing but ash. How did Dajy kill one of them anyway? Surely she doesn't have holy powers. If she has no way to stop their regeneration, we're still screwed.

Mistress Dajy turns as well. "Damn it. You aren't going to kill the man that saved me!"

She grins. "So that's how it is. The mighty high succubus has fallen in love. How pathetic."

As Dajy swings her fingers forwards like tiny daggers aimed at her stomach, Catherine disappears into a cloud of black smoke. Dajy stumbles forwards, and quickly looks around before she's distracted by the vampire army approaching you and your friends.

"I don't think so!" Dajy says as she leaps on top of the closest vampire and slams him into the floor.

"There's too many of them!" you say.

"Nonsense. Vampires are pathetic." Her eyes dart around, and then up the back wall. There are several boards of wood holding together this old castle, though she seems focused on a specific spot near the ceiling. "How can something be so feared, yet have such silly weaknesses?"

Catherine appears again at the door. "You speak of weaknesses, yet you're a succubus, a being of temptation and seduction, yet you've been seduced yourself by a weak mortal man."

"Weak, you say?"

Before anything else can be said, Mistress Dajy leaps impressively high and clings to one of the boards attached to the stone brick wall. "I know my parlours, and you'd be hard pressed to find one without one of these. And the way this castle was built, they had this in mind. This is the perfect time of the day to relax, right under the rays of the sun!"

She slams her powerful fingers into the boards, and tears them off the wall with all of her might. Behind it is a small window lined up perfectly with the sun. It casts a ray of light down into the middle of the room, directly on a vampire standing there confused. He rises a hand up to his eyes to shield his vision, though that blocks him from seeing the grey-skinned woman about to slam him into the floor.

"Have you been tearing open my windows?!" Catherine snaps. "Kill her! Keep away from the sun!"

Kashura seems strangely unwilling to keep the battle going. As soon as the tide begins to turn, you notice her try to make her way out. You're not certain where she's going, and you can't worry about it now. There's a fight to focus on.

Many of the vampires turn to face Dajy instead. Though while she's distracted, you feel a sudden weight on your shoulders. Then, something covering your mouth. You get one last look at your party and Dajy about to face these vampires with only a shaft of sunlight to aid them before your eyes are concealed as well. You try to fight, though the pull is strong enough to yank you straight through the doorway and into the hall. To make matters worse...

You can blame exhaustion. Surprise. The strength of your captor. The fact of the matter is the sword is **** from your hand and left behind, and you're simply not strong enough to fight being dragged away.

You're disoriented. The sound of combat fades into the distance. Before you know it, you're somewhere else.

It's Mistress Catherine standing before you--dress torn, body tired. Though she's still incredibly strong. She's an ancient vampiress from generations past, with an army of her own, and you don't even know if this is her only castle. She's grabbed you while the others are distracted, and now you stand in front of a different doorway. It's smaller, but it leads into a beautiful master bedroom.

Her foot drives into your stomach and launches you tumbling into the room. You look up to the sashaying woman pulling the door shut behind her. As you fumble back on the ground, you bump up against a huge bed with a bold purple quilt. Once again you look for your blade, already forgetting it's lone lost.

"Dajy!" you shout desperately.

"Oh you poor thing," Catherine mocks. "You think she can actually hear you right now. You and your friends have really made a mess of things. For that, I'm going to devour you alive. And then that succubus can cry over your corpse."