The succubus leaned back in her seat, her body arching like a cat in a stretch, arms lifting high over her head until her chest pressed tight against her robe.
She yawned like she had all the time, a lazy smile curling over her lips. "Maybe," she said in that sly, singsong voice, "or maybe they'll burn out quick and bright, like a fire left untended.
Either way, I'll enjoy the view."
The elf didn't rise to the bait. She moved one of her glowing pieces instead, slow and steady, placing it exactly where it needed to be.
The board pulsed faintly as the succubus's boldest piece screamed, thrashed once, and then scattered into glittering motes that drifted back into the wood.
Her green eyes lifted, calm and certain, locking with her companion's. "Not long now," she murmured. "He's already taken the bait."
The succubus pouted at the loss, but her smirk slipped right back into place almost instantly, her tail swaying behind her in a lazy rhythm.
