Prinne continued to gulp down the poor bimbun, her muscles firming and pulling as she looked around briefly, noticing the mild carnage that was going on around her. She didn't quite have the time yet to<span style="font-weight: bold">deal with</span>any stragglers, so she figured it'd be good in the others' hands. Right now, she had something more... pressing, to handle.<br/><br/>{Vore Check vs. CMD - D20 (9) + CMB (8) = 17 PASS}<br/><br/>And pressing it would be, as her throat's muscles clenched down and propelled the bimbun into her stomach, the nectarous, dissolving realm definitely not where she wanted to be. Soon, churning would begin. Soon, hope would fade. A bulge on Prinne's upper body showed the status of her meal, which was joining an already slowly-digesting goat.