When Merlin was done with Molana's glands, the poor succubus wood elf was left twitching and shivering, a strange sensation of numbness and dull pain engulfing her entire body from head to toe.
Merlin had burned all of her aphrodisiac glands, which were as spread around her entire body as sweat glands are on humans, and that had left Molana's purple skin looking a bit pinkish.
"She looks fried." Dalla commented and Merlin shrugged. "You bet, but she'll regenerate the damage in a few days. But for today, she'll be perfectly fine." Merlin smiled. "I also erased all of the aphrodisiac in the air, so you can breath normally now."
Dalla took a deep breath, coughed at how stale the air was, and then cleared her throat. "Then, I'll make sure she rests a bit and get her read for Arad. What will you do?"
