<span style="font-weight: bold">Odette</span><br/><br/>Odette laughs and pets her belly gently, slowly rubbing back and forth across it. No-one would think that remotely strange, if she were pregnant. Efficiently as she can, given her bulk, she gathers Xarces clothes, and begins to walk. Each step sloshes acids within her belly, joggles Xarces slowly digesting form... but it seems she means to keep her word, and her belly remains relaxed about the continued survival of its meal.<br/><br/>Soon enough, the slow rolling step of her tum is replaced by the roll of a ship in harbor, and she finally stops - though likely no meal less experienced would be able to tell.<br/><br/>"Stop for a snack, did we," a feminine, familiar voice purrs - Dura.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">This</span>snack followed me home," Odette replies. "Some of your leftovers, I believe?"<br/><br/>Dura's voice peals with laughter. "Oh, how wonderful," she giggles. "I'd have liked him myself," she continues, and you hear the wet sound of kissing above you,  "but I won't deny you your meal. You<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>let me join you whilst he's melting though? If I can't digest him myself, I can at least feel<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>doing it," Dura says, as firm, exploratory hands squeeze and press Odette's tum - and you within it.<br/><br/>Odette merely moans her affirmative response, and you can feel her weight shifts as she turns. "Business before pleasure," Dura says, as Odette is momentarily restrained. "Our destination?"<br/><br/>"The Vorgaard Estate," Odette replies.<br/><br/>"Set sail immediately," Dura instructs... someone. "We'll be in my cabin. Interruptions had better be important," she pauses, as Odette takes a lurching step, making you and her belly jiggle. "Or tasty," Dura amends.