Just a wound to her pride

It would have been tough to fly at her current power level regardless, but the fact she was too heavy to actually fly... well, she was just glad the other demons weren't here to make fun of her.

Bootilina sighs to herself as she trudges along, too lost in her little self-pity party to notice the obvious trap she's walking in to.

As she passes by a small copse of trees, three shabby-looking men in tattered clothes leap out, each one brandishing an equally-poor-looking weapon.

"Give us yer valuables! This is a robbery!" Shouts the tallest and most menacing of the three. Evidently he's the leader.

The succubus squeaks in surprise, not because she's afraid of these ruffians (she may be weaker than ever, but as a demon, the average human still poses very little threat to her).

"Oh, oh my!" Bootlina theatrically declares, fanning herself and acting the part of the weak, frightened, and helpless victim. "D-don't hurt me! I-I'll do whatever you want!"

The succubus sways her chunky hips at that last quip. It's been a long time since her last meal, and she's eager to drain all three of these men.

"Give us yer gold!" Shouts the shortest of the three highway men.

Bootilina blinks. "Um... I actually don't have any money."

"None?" Asks the third bandit, the skinniest of the three.

"N-no..." the succubus says.

It was true, demons, especially low-level couriers like her, usually didn't need it, and weren't ever given any unless it was for a mission.

She bites her lip, and flexes her chubby body.

"B-but I'll give you anything else you want, j-just don't hurt me!" The succubus lays it on thick, certain that her 'sexy' posing will drive them wild.

"Dammit Jim, now what're we going to do?" Asks the short man.

"We'll just have to wait for someone else to come by," the leader, evidently Jim, snaps back. "Not like we can do this anywhere else. Not with the knights and demons around..."

"Um..." Bootilina chirps, not happy at the thought of being ignored.

"Why can't we try this further north? Away from Merridan?" Asks the skinny man.

"We could, but..." Jim says as he rests his hands on his hips.

"Aren't you going to strip me? Ravish me? And make me your ****?" Bootilina asks hopefully.

It was an old play of hers she had used all the time back in the day, of course, these days, the chance to use it didn't come up nearly as often.

"Eh..." Short robber shrugs.

"I just wanted your gold," Jim says, annoyed at being interrupted.

"I... I don't have any," the succubus says

"Jewelry?" Jim asks hopefully.

"N-no..." Bootilina says as she conceals her gold pendent.

"Oh," says one of the skinny robber as he nervously kicks at the ground.

"Well, I guess you can go then," says the leader.

"You... you aren't going to search me?" The succubus asks, puffing out her unimpressive chest, and as a side-effect, her much larger Buddha belly.

"No thanks," he says as they all back away. "We believe you."

The adorably chubby (if you like that sort of thing) demon pouts, her pride wounded by their utter lack of interest in her.

"Well I'm not going to beg," she huffs as she storms off.

The three highway men look at her leave, briefly and then go back to their plotting and scheming.

"So about further north..." the skinny man says.