Diana's panties, ripe for the picking

With a flap of her leathery wings the succubus leaps over Tyra, dodging her attempt to bum rush her, and strikes out with her whip at the prone Diana, who is still lying down on her knees with her face mushed against the stone floor and her ass pointed up. With supernatural expertise the lash coils and hits its target, digging into the fabric of Diana's underwear, before getting yanked back and ripping the panties off entirely with a loud tearing noise, accompanied by a shocked cry from Diana as she notices what just happened.

The succubus retracts the whip and snatches the torn panties from the air.

"It seems only fair I got something out of this to remember you by. Ta-ta!" And with that she pivots, flying over Tyra once again and out through the doorway into the hall ahead, a sensual chuckle echoeing in her wake as she disappears into the darkness. Meanwhile Diana lets out a series of embarrassed groans and yelps as she awkwardly fumbles around on the stone floor, alternating between trying to get her pants back up her legs and pulling her blouse down far enough to cover her bare pussy.

"I don't like this place!" She whines.

Tyra rubs her shoulder a little, and spins her hammer around. "By the goddess get it together Dee. You're not gonna let her beat you like that are ya? We gotta go further and beat the shit outta her!"

"Hrumpf.." Embarrassed and agitated Diana gets up from the floor, one hand firmly on her waistband.