"It is, is it?" Eurikova cocks her head and looks over the lava pool with a cocked eyebrow. "Well, far be it for me to turn down your acceptance." She focuses inward, and disappears again from visible view; slithering over the lava field again, she chuckles a little to herself. There wasn't any reason for her not to have a little fun, was there? And so it was that Phyllia felt relatively slender scaled coils wrap around her, top to bottom. The naga wasn't trying to constrict the slime, since that would have been simultaneously pointless and might have given the slime the wrong impression. Still, it let only her tougher scales touch slime- just in case they were a bit acidic. The other reason she wrapped around Phylia was the strange display it treated the others to; from her usual shape, the still-invisible coils wrapping loosely around Phylia naturally shifted her into an almost helix shape, bulging out a little between where the coils lay and compressed a little where they were. It was a very visually interesting effect, especially when joined by an invisible gaping-open jaw sliding over Phyllia's "head" to welcome it inside. Her invisibility ki faded a second later, sadly- the others can see black scales sliding easily over slime as Eurikova very gently lets her throat make swallowing motions at the slime, letting her pick her own speed of entry at her own comfort. No need to be... crude, with someone who was willingly entering her body.<br/><br/>Once inside, her stomach was- as befit a 'friendly ride'- free of acid, though whether or not it would have hurt Phylia was a question that Eurikova was quietly curious about. With the slime girl just a recent acquaintance, it wasn't as thought the naga felt anything was owed... but it was a tactically poor idea to digest their possible guide and, maybe, to blunder into an ambush by trying and failing to digest someone of unknown potence. Far safer- no matter the slime's taste, or the strange and pleasant sensation of a meal mostly deforming to fit her throat instead of vice versa- to stick close to her word and just give the slime a ride over. For that reason, once Eurikova finished swallowing the slime, she glides lazily back over the lava. There aren't any real bulges in her tail, just a thickening up and down its entire length that feels pleasantly 'tight' inside her body. Though there is no acid inside, the naga figures a whole-'body' massage wasn't going to be mistaken for hostile intent, and so the naga's stomach walls knead at the slime to try to coax it into a long, thin, mostly tubular shape to better fit the naga's body. Stomach walls squeeze in and ripple up and down Phylia's length unendingly, and there's only a bit of sensation of heat from 'under' the slime as Eurikova glides over the lava. "Just say when you want out," she murmurs once back on solid ground, "Or you can enjoy it in there as long as you like. Thump the stomach walls or something for a signal." If she was hoping to keep the slime longer than expected, well, she could have her little fantasies and that wasn't any harm done. If she was thinking about what it would feel like to eat a slime that had just itself engulfed more substantial prey too, well, nobody could blame her for that, could they?