The mythos behind Arturia being a succubus, her physiology and how everything works with regards to her started with an amalgam of a bunch of outside source material, taking bits and pieces from those. And whatever was left unresolved was played out on the spot, usually with the help of my old friend, Park.
“Famous, eh? Ah, would that Murray could see this day. Ain’t even had Walrus hardly long at all, not even at m’ peak, an’ looky here. I mean, if I didn’t know any better–”
“Uh, captain?” Arturia chimed in timidly from behind, noting to the woman how she had begun rambling, doing nothing to assuage the likewise nervous newcomer.
Shrugging carelessly, the pirate queen lowered her weapon. “Bloodthirstiest,” she corrected. “Ain’t seen no cats ‘round here, buuut I got a pretty sharp nose – probably what I’m smellin’ now – an’ for a nominal fee, that’s if yer willin’ to pay, Arty an’ me’ll be happy to help you find him. Heeeeere kitty kitty kitty!” the captain shouted with gusto before letting out another emphatic laugh, switching from serious to silly to serious on a dime. “So, you payin’ or not?” Arturia merely shrugged apologetically from behind.