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.

"You came for me first, is that correct?" she asks.

"I did. I asked around, and a gnome told me where you went. I still don't know if he was in on it or not."

"I am thankful you came when you did... I do not know what would have happened to me if you did not. Those succubi were ready to ravish me until I could not take anymore."

"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.