(Eheh... it's Eric who's in Leila's stomach, Ult... No worries.)<br/><br/>Sai briefly considers bolting. She's not stupid... she can tell that she's probably in trouble AGAIN. but... then again, getting into more trouble doesn't seem like a good idea.<br/><br/>She walks over to the living room and stands in the entrance, obviously not intending to go much closer.<br/><br/>"Yeah, what?" she asks gruffly.<br/><br/>000000<br/><br/>Richard would find himself naked and held rather... intimately by the stomach walls around him. Perhaps it was simply their closeness, slime, and heat, but Richard, now tucked away beneath the digimon's skin, would find Kuzuha's stomach to be a dark, secretive and mmmm... moving place. The purple walls rubbed and caressed him constantly, and every so often he'd hear a bodily, muffled gurgle.<br/><br/>Kuzuha noted his outfit, especially the rings under the collar of his suit. She'd have to ask about that, because Richard didn't strike her as a man for unnecessary jewelry, though professional dress was a necessity.<br/><br/>More importantly though, now she could really begin.<br/><br/>"Mmmm... I do so love holding people, this way Richard. Humans especially... they're almost perfectly shaped and sized bellies." she coos, her voice echoing around him. "But... I'm just getting<span style="font-style: italic">started</span>."<br/><br/>The walls around him began to make stronger movements, longer, sensuous squeezes and clenches... nothing enough to hurt, but the closest thing he could compare it to was Kuzuha's wondrous tongue... though this was a very different situation. Not as... rough for some reason.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about a thing, richard... don't try to hide from me. Open yourself up, and let me taste you." a slight sultry chuckle. "I'll have to melt your body if you don't..."<br/><br/>Kuzuha wanted to taste Richards soul... It would tell her what kind of man he really was. More specifically, she wanted to know what he was capable of... and what he would be at his BEST, the purest, lightest parts of his soul. His ideals, not just his more monstrous side.<br/><br/>Perhaps a touch or two of bright, happy memories, and also for the darker ones.<br/><br/>She had promised not to bare him open completely, but she knew better than most mon's that everyone, mon or human, was made of light and dark.