Xylyra finally got to have Shiroe inside of her.

Olrara struggled not to waver as she powered through the end of her twentieth consecutive chorus. Soon, Jarnaren would join in with Zulrola, and she would let her voice fade, so that she could rest and recuperate mana for her next turn at maintaining the Siren's Song. The trio had never sung for this long before. And while, in a way, that was its own accomplishment, Olrara was beginning to wonder if Xylyra's main offensive would ever truly begin. Had she and her friends made a mistake moving into Xylyra's Realm?

But then, something unexpected happened. Xylyra appeared with three mortals in tow. An eclectic Human Warlock, bound to Xylyra herself, if her aura was anything to go by. A bookish, slightly sinister man, who looked Human at first, but his eyes were slightly wrong. And most astonishingly of all, an Elven Cleric, a devoted enemy of all of Demonkind. But she did not take up arms, she merely looked around the room serenely, her eyes and her soul radiating a gentle compassion as she took in the throne room-turned-war room. Perhaps Olrara had been wrong to doubt Xylyra's leadership, if she could Charm such a powerful opponent.

But then, as Xylyra's teleport effect faded, Olrara did a double-take, for there was no Succubus magic of any sort on this Cleric.

And then, the Warlock cheerfully began to cut herself, and the Cleric tenderly began to heal her. And as the Warlock's life **** began to flowed into Xylyra, the mana she received in return flowed out of her and into Olrara. No... not into her, but through her, into the magical workings of the ritual itself.

All three Lesser Succubi breathed a sigh of relief as the Ritual of the Prolonged Siren's Song continued unabated, the melody taking on a slightly ethereal tone.

"My Sisters in Salaciousness, allow me to introduce Shiroe. But there is no need for you to introduce yourselves verbally. For you see...
Just will yourselves to join his band
And he will take you by the hand
And formulate the perfect plan
To purify our luscious land"

Olrara, Jarnaren, and Zulrola looked at each other. It was quite the claim. And the near-rhyme implied that she'd composed the poem off-the-cuff. Then again, he had relieved them of their Ritual ahead of schedule. That alone was already quite the game-changer. The eldest, Zulrola, nodded in approval, and they each willed themselves to join Shiroe's party.