More chatting with Amara.

The sound of crickets outside fill the silence. The sun has long since set, so the only light illuminating the room is from the streetlights outside, and a lamp by Amara's bed. It's enough. You can see the elven woman's natural beauty as clear as day. She has a gaze of purity--one that reminds you of the elves you've fantasized about in the past, though you have seen the lewdness within many times. Even now she looks to you, but with something more.

"Those succubi... That was embarrassing. I am glad that you came when you did. I was already completely lost when you arrived. I could not feel anything but pleasure."

"If you fixed that little knot in your magic, you wouldn't have to worry about people with powers like that one with the tongue."

She starts to flush. "N-No. I'm fine."

"So if we face them again, you'll just deal with it, huh?"

"Please do not remind me..." she mutters as she looks away, likely to hide the obvious excitement starting to build within. She takes a few deep breaths and calms herself down.

"Guess we better watch that assassin's arrows too."

More red grows in her cheeks. "Please. You are going to make me overheat, remembering such humiliating situations."

"So when you and Eva were on top of me..."

"S-Stop this instant!"