As the woman stretches, freed from the iron maiden, the first thing you notice is her clothing. Or rather, her lack of it. Whether she went so bare of her own volition, or was stripped prior to being incased in the iron maiden was impossible to say. Her womanhood protected by a loincloth kept up by a thin golden string around her waist, practically unnoticeable. A thick golden collar adorns her neck, inlaid with jewels and engravings in an alphabet unfamiliar to you. Two cloth straps, seemingly held in place by magic, fall one over each breast, covering her nipples but on the whole leaving quite little to the imagination. She wears nothing else, her tanned, chocolate skin a feast for the eyes. Her long, smooth legs; hourglass figure; taut midriff; and firm, full breast compose a beauty unrivaled for hundreds of miles.
Tearing your gaze from her body, the second thing you notice about her is that she is not quite human. Golden goat horns approximately a foot long spring from her forehead. Yellow cat eyes casually stare back at you, as she grins at you, barely exposing a pair of fangs. Its as though a demoness adorned styled herself an Egyptian goddess. She runs her long fingers through her ebony hair and takes a step toward you, pulling you out of your reverie.
"Do you like what you see, mortal?" she asks you playfully, continuing to stretch provocatively. Whether by magic or her feminine wiles, you find yourself unable to look away, captivated by her form. "You should, I'm quite beautiful, even by demon standards. ...Ah, so fun making the succubi squirm in jealousy. Hehehe." She giggles girlishly, a coquettish laugh that draw you in... as you begin to realize your vulnerability. Here you are with what appears to be a powerful demon, in a room filled with restraints and instruments of torture, and here you are sitting on the floor. You scoot back unconsciously as she takes another step towards you.
"Now, what to do with you? Shall I reward you for freeing me from an eternity of boredom? Shall I feast upon you after being starved of my magics? Shall I make you my plaything, and amuse myself? Or maybe find a way to do all three? You needn't answer the question, for it is not your choice to make." She tells you, her grin widening. "I have already decided..."
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