No, they're caught!

”I- I can’t! I have nothing left!” Tyra shouts back, her grappling being mixed with ever greater desperation as she’s starting to realize she can’t possibly wrench her way free. Diana lets out a panicked yelp when the vines tear her blouse asunder, scattering the fabric across the floor and reducing her to bra and panties.

Suddenly, the black gem at the top of the door into the next hallway begins to visibly glisten. Tyra and Diana stop their struggling as they watch a gout of shadow ooze out of the gem and spill towards the floor, billowing out into a small cloud. Liquid shadow continues to pour from the gem until the cloud reaches several feet tall, until suddenly a pair of purplish leathery wings burst out from it and the silhouette of a humanoid figure begins to coalesce from the shadowy matter. Within a few seconds the blackness forms into pale flesh with a purple hue, and the figure leisurely strolls forward carrying a whip at its side. Tyra and Diana share a glance, grimacing.

The figure looks human, but for the leathery wings and the small horns sprouting from her head, poking from underneath locks of long black hair. She is fit and curvy, most of her unblemished skin exposed except for but narrow scraps of a tight leather fabric covering her privates, a narrow corset strapped around her chest, and a pair of thigh-high boots.

The succubus steps forward and seductively licks her lips.

"My my, look what the vines dragged in..."