<span style="font-weight: bold"> Cyria, Johan, Naji, Drodjee </span><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Cyria wrote:</cite> "That's how things like that go though...all the skill in the world won't help much if your foe is just a bit luckier than you." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Or..." Naji adds with a little smirk, reclining onto her hands comfortably as she watches the show draw to it's conclusion, her dark red eyes glittering in amusment "...If you can sprout tentacles out of your back. That part of this whole puzzle still intrigues me to no end." With a sideways glance to the orc, who was not sure if she wanted to watch or look away, as she seemed to be switching back and forth between the two with some frequency, she added "...Though it is a conversation best left for when there are a few less prying ears."<br/><br/>When the explanation about Cyria's physiology begins, it's hard to tell, but Naji's ears twitch slightly and her eyes once more return to the basking duo "Spiders have always interested me. Be they common spiders, or the far more lovely variety much like Cyria herself. Having had my share of encounters, both good and bad, with driders and their cousins in the past...I can say the effects of poison can vary immensely. Cyria's own is actually quite good for hunting. As a whole, digestive tracts of arachnid are not too terribly fast-acting." She continues, leaning forward until she's sitting at the end of the bed, legs crossed beneath her "So, a temporary paralytic and something that aids in breaking down food is ideal. Gives plenty of time to get someone...'situated', and the venom softens them up on the inside while digestive enzymes soften them up from the outside. Can't be pleasant." A small smile creases her lips, just enough to bare the tips of her shiny, white teeth nestled between ruby lips "But, effective. Besides, who cares how 'pleasant' it is for the food in question.  Especially when they tried eating her first."<br/><br/>It was unclear whether or not the lizard-girl in Cyria's stomach had heard the callous statement, but Cyria can feel her shift ever so slightly inside of her, pushing weakly out against the inner walls of her stomach. It did little to say the least, but again gave that all-too-pleasant sensation of living food inside of her, grinding her bare chest and face against one side of her stomach, and her upwards-curved thighs and knees against the other. Odds are, she would last only a few more hours before expiring, but that was plenty of time to enjoy the last moments of her food, and would likely be experiencing them right up until the time she finally went to sleep. Tomorrow...well, tomorrow she'd likely be much less lively, well into the mid-to-late stages of digestion, but even that would be pleasant enough. It was uncommon to get something so utterly filling, and the unfortunate half-lizard woman was the perfect size to do just that.<br/><br/>"...Food also aids in determining the silk and venom created. Well-fed spiders always do better than hungry spiders. Cyria, you must remind me the next time we have a few moments to ourselves - I am exceedingly curious about a few--"<br/><br/>"Look. If you're just going to sex the night away, I'm going to sleep, alright?" Drodjee finally speaks up and interrupts Naji, her brow furrowing the slightest bit "..I'm seriously doubting you are going to get anything for me if you try to cash in on a bounty. We have hands in every pocket in this town, and that includes the guards. At best, they'll give you a pittance and send you on your way, and I'll be back on the streets in a week." Her voice seemed confident enough. It was hard to tell if she was bluffing or not ,but there was certainly just the right amount of conviction to say she BELIEVED that's how things would play out "...So, what say you just let me know, and I'll forget I ever saw you, huh? I don't care if you ate my acquaintances. Already took my chances. I'm not taking them again. We can just part ways, you keep that lil' money you got off me, and call it a day. Howzat?"<br/><br/>Naji's upper lips firms, her eyes once more sliding over to Drodjee, though she only looks at her for a brief moment before 'hmph'ing loudly "...We'll see tomorrow. Tonight, you're gonna be on the floor. If you keep rattling that jaw, I'll find something to gag you with." Ignoring the fiery anger that suddenly sprouted up in Drodjee's eyes, Naji once more returns her gaze to Cyria as she scuttles nearby, her expression once more turning stoic, save for the faint curvature of the corners of her lips "Oh, I assure you, I'll have plenty of fun watching. Though, I can imagine what 'Surprise' Johan has to give him. I'm going to cast a guess and say..." Lifting her hands, she idly fiddles with the straps of her leather armor, jerking it free to loosen it up a bit before slipping it upwards over her shoulder, tossing it down onto the floor at the bed's side. The clothing beneath was much more simple, and certainly not as extravagant as was generally considered 'appropriate' by drow standards. Despite her heritage and penchant for greed, she'd spent a shockingly small amount of their funds on herself, consisting just of minor boot repairs, and some basic clothing when hers was so threadbare as to pretty well be falling apart. Her simple, dark-gray button-up tunic was a testament to that, and with an almost casual air, she begins to unbutton the top of her tunic, revealing the smooth, dark flesh of her breasts and the dark pink caps of her nipples "....It's a second round, hmmm?"<br/><br/>Chest and stomach revealed in the now-draped shirt that covered her arms and shoulders, leaving her front bare, Naji leans back expectantly, her intense eyes focusing on Johan "Not too often one squirms out of an orc, and has fun with a drider and drow all in the same day..."