"Nothin' recently!" Charlie cheerily replied, no doubt eager to see this amphibian in action. With the creature now inside, Charlie pushed open the main door to let them into the habitat's fenced 'transfer' area. It was, after all, important to keep more than just a single door between the beasties and the outside world. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Carissa coming to join them and smiled knowingly. "Well, les' go inside an' we'll see about gittin' you and this frog a bit better acquainted!" The small cowgirl gives Kriasa a light, and overly-familiar slap on the bum to get her to head inside and then scoops her hat off her head to wave to Carissa. "C'mon in! Kriasa's bout to show us what she's got!" Charlie calls out to the other scampering woman before following the other inside.<br/><br/>Inside it was cool, dark, and a low misty fog clung over the entire ground like a blanket, obscuring its mossy, swamp-like terrain only enough to make footing treacherous. The air was heavy and laden with an earthy smell that fit with the simulated bog it seemed to be. The only light seemed to come from near where the doors they'd entered were (coming from both outside thanks to the still open door and a harshly bright light above it that Charlie had installed to keep dark-fond predators from trying to break out as well as provide a guiding visual back to the door when finished... some beasties loved to drag girls off to the darkest part of the simulated swamp). Naturally, Charlie didn't seem to mind or notice one bit, walking with the gait of someone with ample experience over to the door on the small fence enclosure that protected the door they'd entered through. The fence itself seemed sturdy and the mesh was finely woven enough to stop things from squirming through. Still, the area enclosed was protected from floor to ceiling and likely a ways underground too... if only the 'safe' area wasn't roughly the size of a public bathroom compared to what looked like an arena sized marsh. "So, since yer goin' first here's how it works. We open 'er up, y'all will go on inside, and then handle it however ya like. You can run 'n holler like a scaredy cat or seduce it on out. Either way yer sure to get its attention. Once the beastie is satisfied, either yer leavin' under yer own power or ah'll come fetch ya out. Whether yer carryin its brood to term or ya ain't, yer still likely to be packed to the brim with enough fer me to breed as many as we need. Yall just tell me which way ya want it 'n we'll handle it from there. Hopefully the beastie takes advantage of me comin' in for ya t' ravish me too. Dun worry 'bout after that. I've left under mah own power every time. Ain't no beastie alive that's kept ol' Charlie down longer than she enjoys it!" she says it with a wink from a shockingly blue eye just visible under the brim of her hat. It's supposed to engender confidence, but it only seems to promise that she is sufficiently experienced to handle herself. Charlie eyes up Kriasa, "lucky... Anywho! Might wanna start gettin prepared..." she motions to a nearby set of lockers flush against the wall. Some have equipment such as latex suits to keep a person safe from contact poisons. Others are harnesses to give a beast places to grip without hurting her. Just about any tool you could want is available, including the oily lubricant that Charlie seems want to glaze herself with regularly, and there are bins to temporarily store clothing.<br/><br/>"No sense 'n ruinin yer clothes and iffin ya wanna get oiled up, now's a good time. Not that I think yer gonna need it. Slimy beast like this? I'm sure it's shaft is just oozing with goo." She gives a shiver of enjoyment. A quick snap of her fingers as if remembering something shakes her out of her reverie: "Oh yah! Said on the info that they's got an aphrodisiac they inject through the claws! Shouldn't hurt a lick, like a needle or somethin'. Prolly a pinch an ya won't feel a thing after. Heck, says they also swallow prey whole... bet that's a helluva sensation!" Charlie talks this over with all the casual nature of someone discussing filing or attending business meetings, heedless of any apprehension on Kriasa. Though the mention of getting swallowed up by something slimy and stretchy seems to get her quivering with excitement, the sweet cinnamon smell of her arousal briefly noticeable before she composes herself and walks gracefully through the soupy muck that is the floor. After repositioning herself by the second gate into the actual marsh enclosure she turns, adopting a challenging posture with one hand on her hip and the other on the brim of her hat, keeping it down and revealing only one blue eye. "You must be itchin' to go on in, so... ready?" After straightening her hat, she moves a hand to the door's thick handle and makes ready to open it when Kriasa is ready to step inside. Throughout all of it, she keeps her focus on Kriasa, even if Carissa enters, as though it is important to give an 'employee pep talk' before a job.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>