[[I thought we already could, that vore would be orifice-neutral... seems like the simplest way to do things, unless you're going to homebrew unbirthing as being significantly different, in which case as Alizome is on an elevator going up<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">I am interested to see what you do with it</span>. (oh, you already did! Nice. And cozy.)<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>As a side note, if you don't mind I'm going to slightly tweak Alizome; the idea of her having been a courtesan as a strong secondary job to a thief/rogue is an interesting one I hadn't had when I made her, so probably all I'll do is just rearrange skills to give her more points in that profession, a skill or two in Perform, et cetera at the cost of slightly weakening some of the more traditional rogue skills. ]]<br/><br/>Being so close to a predator imposing its will and body on another never failed to excite Alizome, ever since she'd inadvertently discovered some of her... natural talents, as well as defiant interests. This was no exception, and the elf's pulse quickens as she feels the luckless bimbun falter and still. She'd helped- acids aside, it was her own caress that had broken the bimbun, or at least Zorakatra wanted her to feel that way. Alizome was pleased enough to accept that. As she continued her own ministrations below, her massage strengthened and she began more aggressively kneading the harpy's stomach, pushing acid into the bimbun's unresisting flesh and stimulating the harpy to produce more juices- both above and below. When she realized what her employer was doing, she froze in surprise; of course she'd heard rumors of such a thing, but never seen it let alone had it done to her. Her massage halted, briefly, but then her mind ran through the problem at once- she'd long since heard that anything inside a womb was far slower, more sedate than an acid-filled stomach. She could undoubtedly escape even Zorakatra if she needed to. This, then, wasn't remotely an attack, but an... invitation? Expression of gratitude? Whichever it was, the fact remained that if she'd been hired merely to be devoured or absorbed, it was a singularly decadent waste of money on the harpy's part... and besides that, Alizome felt as though she could trust the woman reasonably far, for now, within certain limits. That left... moving in. Before resuming her massage, she quickly brought her hands low and removed her robe with head immobilized, carefully putting the vial as well as her other 'acquisition' in the fabric at her own feet. That done...<br/><br/>(Lesbian sex/unbirth)<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">After her brief moment of hesitation, Alizome began working even more dilligently. Her hands, at least for the time being, went back up to the harpy's stomach, massaging it as forcefully as she could to help break down and add the bimbun to her impending host's body. She could already taste part of the meal in the fluids soaking her face, which led to the interesting question- if Zorakatra had ever-so-lightly given her a bit of acid during the show, would the elf now be tasting herself? A fascinating idea- but one that she would have to consider later. For now, she eagerly drank whatever fluids she could get onto her lips, tongue darting out to lick at the harpy's insides- she shut her eyes as useless in the darkness, relying on honed instincts to tell her all she needed to know of her position. She shifted, bringing most of her body onto a line directly underneath Zorakatra rather than canted slightly behind; that'd give a bit easier swallow, though her hands on the harpy's stomach would slow things somewhat. She figured the harpy was strong enough to tell her when the digestion aid was less important than the elf's second entrance that night into her body. The others were getting a show, for sure- she kept her body in shape, so that while it wasn't particularly curvy it was a fit, lithe frame... and now it was completely bare and held between the harpy's thighs.<br/><br/>Serving others was half of her job, and she never did a job she didn't intend to do well. She'd been seconded to Zorakatra as a helper and generally employed elf of multiple talents. Which of those talents the harpy wanted to use at any given time, Alizome would happily supply- especially when the employ promised to be as much fun as this, and such a unique experience. She twisted her head, grinding hair into the soft walls around her as she angled it to bulge as much as possible and block off the flow of fresh juices to where they'd be wasted, making sure to funnel much into her own stomach. This was a novel way to enjoy dinner- one she'd have to remember. Once situated, she began to move and gyrate under and inside the soft, rippling walls. No need to talk; it'd be too muffled to be heard through Zorakatra's flesh, and there was little that needed saying anyway. Instead she writhed, as though trying to escape; one hand only came away from her belly and began pushing as if she were trying to escape, though in fact she simply kneaded the tender flesh around her neck and never seemed to make any progress getting away, no matter how she moved. A giggle came from her mouth, echoing wetly inside the harpy- and her 'struggles' certainly brought everything from hair to pointy ears to her tongue in contact with quite a lot of the harpy's inner walls.<br/><br/>[[Using Escape Artist, but a bit hinky- trying to fake escaping without actually wanting to, or trying to struggle <span style="font-style: italic">almost</span> enough to escape: 1d20+12<br/>12+12 (+4 DEX, +3 class skill, +5 skill points) = 24; let Zorakatra have a fun play-fight for her fun!]]</div></div></div>