The pleasure of a live meal struggling within her was one that was a comparatively rare pleasure for Cyria, as Johan pointed out.  The differences in her digestive tract meant that regurgitating a meal was rather difficult for her to do (and nearly impossible for her to willingly cause herself without a great deal of effort and discomfort), and combined with a weak digestion used to meals that were already in a semi-liquid state in general meant that she was overly cautious about doing so, as the risk of an unhappy occupant doing her definite harm was not insignificant.  However, when she did manage it as she had now, she couldn’t help but luxuriate in the feeling.  The lizardgirl was a feisty one too, as even with her venom coursing through her she was able to rock her abdomen back and forth with her struggles.  Turning around at the sound of muffled speech coming from her meal, Cyria could just barely make it out over the eager gurgling of her stomach.  “Take me prisoner?  Of course, and that’s all I’ve done to you.  You won’t be staying in there forever...just however long it takes for my body to finish with you.”  As Jutii continued to struggle, Cyria stifled a belch as some of the air that had gone down with her meal came back up, and between that and the other goings-on around her, Cyria tuned out anything else her meal might have to say, at least for now.  She was going to stay right where she was for quite some time, and Cyria would enjoy every second of her slow digestion.<br/><br/>Catching Sasara’s sidelong glance at her, it wasn’t hard to divine the reasons for her pleasure-filled look.  Ambling over to her, she carefully stepped around and over her tail until she was behind the naga.  Reaching forward, she pulls the naga into a gentle hug, and her front pair of legs start to roam over the bulge the mage made as it slid further into her tail proper.  “You know, my offer was still open.  My people have an...alternate way of dealing with those as large as you, and fortunately for us, it need not be as permanent as other methods.”  Giving her a quick peck on the cheek, I headed back towards Johan and Naji with a coy grin on her face.  “Food for thought, dear.”<br/><br/>Watching the ongoing banter between Johan and Naji, Cyria just shook her head when Drodjee started complaining about the tightness of her bonds.  “It only feels tight because there’s less give than normal rope has, plus the fact that it’s actually stuck to your skin.  Believe me when I say that I could have made it far more uncomfortable for you.”  When Johan never mentions being bound in her silk, she gives him a grin before turning to Naji.  “Well, that’s because I would hardly have wanted to get in between you and Naji here.  And also because she’s never gotten around to asking me for any.  With that in mind though...yes, I’ll still take you up on that offer for later.  Although, I would extend that offer to Naji as well, and we might also be able to work a little bit on your little dilemma as well.  Something also tells me that Alura will be busy with Yumina tonight, so Sasara may still be joining us.”