Find your elf.

She opens the door and gestures you through, and shuts it gently behind you. Several chairs and tables fill the room, though the only customer currently inside is Amara herself. She's laying back on one of the seats while a girl with long red hair and freckles is kneeling before her. The masseuse has removed her shoes and is currently rubbing her fingers along the elf's dainty foot, all while Amara sighs happily. You can almost feel the tension leaving her body.

Her head turns slowly to see you. "Oh. Hello there, Mr. Warren. What are you doing here?"

"Just making sure you're all right. Where's everyone else?"

"They are doing other things at the moment. I am unsure of what."

You gaze around at the empty room. There's the door behind you, as well as one on the opposite end. The area is peaceful--decorated with paintings and potted plants--but it's strange how there are no others here. Though, you're also not sure how popular massages are in this world. You shrug and decide there isn't much else to do here.

"If you want, I can wait outside, and we can head back together," you say. "It's safer that way."

"That sounds--Hm?"

"What is it?"

"I heard something just now."

You try to turn the knob, but the door is locked. "Hello? I can't get out."

During the confusion, you don't notice the masseuse has stood up. She's in an entirety white, professional outfit, with a pair of black heels, and a necklace with a bulky pearl pendant hangs from her neck. She smiles sweetly, and speaks in a manner that matches, though the words that come from her lips are quite the opposite.

"You came at a bad time. It seems the plan has begun," she says.

She takes hold of her top and raises it up off her head. Her chest, covered by what appears to be a black bikini top, through designed with a spiky, fiendish flare, reveals itself as she tosses her shirt aside. Before Amara can stand, the masseuse leans down and touches something beneath the seat. On both armrests, steel manacles protrude up and wrap around the elf's wrists.

"You're both adorable," the woman says. "This is going to be fun."

As she steps towards you, it's difficult to look away from her physique. It's a perfect, sexy figure, not unlike Linzeri's. She slides down her pants next, showing that she does have bottoms to match. "Are you all right, sir? You look distracted."

"What is this?" you ask. "Why did you lock us inside?"

She giggles as she brushes her hand over your cheek and steps past to lean against the locked door. You turn your gaze to follow.

"Something tells me that you already know," she says.

"You're a succubus, aren't you?"

Her hand reaches up for her pendant. She flips it around, revealing the other side to be pitch black. Her body crackles with energy. She lets out a sensual moan as horns start protruding up from the top of her head, and a pair of tiny wings sprout from her back. Her skin fades to dark grey, though her freckles remain--simply turning to black. When the transformation ceases, she lets out a relieving sigh.

"Much better." She licks her lips. "Now let's get down to business."