((This is the corrected, edited post! ^_^))<br/><br/>There was a rather fine line between 'nervous' and 'scared'. Ryla was not quite sure if she'd crossed that line just yet, but she was ever so slowly approaching it.<br/><br/>She'd expected 'something' was up the moment the woman had appeared out of nowhere and settled in beside her. With her suspicion confirmed - the woman was NOT alone, and worse, had a rather sizable guardian following her - it had not been too far of a reach to realize she had to think of something, and fast, lest she didn't come out of this particular encounter unscathed. Or at all. Whilst it would be interesting, and potentially beneficial, to see what the woman knew (If anything at all), slowly but surely the risk was starting to outweigh the potential reward.<br/><br/>Had the odds been a little more even, a smidge more in her favor, perhaps it would not have been so bad. Even a skilled swordsman (or in this case, swordswoman) was not completely without faults, and a single slipup would be ample opportunity to make good on her escape. Should it become a two-on-one, though, the 'big girl' following them was not something she particularly wanted to tangle with by herself, much less with an ally to get in a jab here and there. Best case, she'd be captured. Worst case, she'd end up skewered on that blade, or worse, getting an all-too-intimate viewing of one of their digestive tracks, and a subsequent trip into the city sewers the following day.<br/><br/>No. That did not sound enticing at all.<br/><br/>Making all attempts to hide her anxiety and the nervous swallow she cannot help but give, Ryla slips an arm around the woman's shoulder and leans comfortably against her, pressing her enticing breasts up against her newfround 'friends' arm.  Whilst those voluptuous mounds were covered by her top, that top left oh-so-very-little to the imagination, creating ample cleavage the closer she pressed, right up to the point it looked like her top would simply be unable to contain her breasts any longer, and might pop out at any second. Even the 'fishnet' attire of the outfit that crossed along her tummy left very little to the imagination, showing off more than a little bit of lightly-tanned, soft-looking flesh and curves that were both distracting, and just about too delicious to pass up getting a glance at once or twice, especially if the woman was as interested as she SEEMED to be.<br/><br/>It was easy enough to play the part - after all, Ryla had very, very little preference between male and female...each had their pleasures and their vices.<br/><br/>"So..." Ryla whispers, her warm, sweet breath gently tickling the woman's left ear "....What are we going to be doing so far out of the way? Hee...I can imagine QUITE a few things...ooo, do you have a room here? Mmmm...we should...both get a little more 'comfortable' inside, hrm? Then, we can discuss whatever you like...." It was difficult to keep her voice calm and sensual when she knew they were being followed, but she'd had plenty of practice in these particular situations. By the gods, who WAS this woman? The old flophouse was somewhere Ryla had done more than a few shady back-deals, and ever-so-rarely did anything perfectly legal and 'up to high moral standards' go on here. It really only meant a few things. One, this woman was here to get information out of her, or two...her cover had been blown, and someone was very, VERY angry at her.<br/><br/>Neither boded very well for her short-term health.<br/><br/>...and if they'd found out she was a double-double agent....<br/><br/>...Oooohhh deare....<br/><br/>It let her with the obvious problem. Try to subdue the woman and figure out who she was and what she wanted was a good choice, but she had backup, and Ryla didn't particularly like her 2-on-1 odds. Running away was also an option, but that only allowed them to strike at her later, or in greater numbers and without prior warning.<br/><br/>There was also....<br/><br/>For a single moment, Ryla nearly stops in her tracks, and it's only with conscious effort that she forces herself to keep walking, clinging to the woman's arm. There...really was another option.<br/><br/>Again, Ryla hides a swallow, though this one was not of nervousness. Gazing at the woman in a new light, Ryla slowly allows her crimson-gold eyes to roam along the soft, tanned skin of the woman's body, her attractive face, the generous swell of her breasts with more than ample flesh showing, her smooth arms....<br/><br/>....She looked....delicious.<br/><br/>Oh, how long had it been since she'd enjoyed the sensation, the exquisite pleasure of a soft, fleshy girl or boy sliding along her tongue, squeezing into the unforgivingly tight embrace of her slender little tummy? How long had it been since last she got to feel those wonderous struggles slowly wane, then stop entirely, leaving her tummy full of such a wonderously filling meal...?<br/><br/>Weeks. Whilst normal food was acceptable to some degree, it simply couldn't come even CLOSE to comparing to feeling a soft-skinned human girl getting squeezed down her throat....and this one seemed quite 'ample' in some rather delicious places. Mm...she could only imagine how much the girl would squirm as she digested....<br/><br/>Of course, that still left her companion.<br/><br/>Well, there was one way to even the odds a little more....<br/><br/><br/>((Ryla is attempting to use her 'Lover's Lament' ring, combined with a seduction check! ^_^ Results are in spoilers! I've split up my actions into a 'if it works' or 'if it fails' kinda thing!))<br/><br/><br/>If it works...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">(Seduction/Diplomacy roll result - 24)<br/>(Stealth check, if needed to activate ring - Also a 24. )<br/>(Ring DC for 'Lover's Luncheon'....I have no idea. &gt;_&lt; If based off charisma, I think it's 18. If not, somewhere around 15? Ambrose, your call. :3 Sorry, let me know!  Still figuring this all out. &gt;_&lt;)<br/><br/>It was difficult to concentrate. She knew it was a risk. Even if she somehow got the woman alone and managed to squeeze her down her throat, it still left her 'bodyguard' to take care of, if she came to investigate. Of course, maybe the 'big girl' would never figure out what happened to her friend. Or, maybe, just maybe...Ryla could get the drop on her when she DID investigate, and somehow stuff that much larger girl down her throat....<br/><br/>Ugh. She really should not have started thinking about food at such a time. Yet, with that thought on her mind, it was difficult to keep her wits about herself.<br/><br/>It was greedy. It was dangerous...but mmmm, the woman beside her was suddenly starting to smell DELICIOUS. The thought of feeling that soft skin sliding along her tongue, squeezing into her tummy, settling in to digest...it was enough to make her shudder briefly in desire.<br/><br/>Well, there was one way to even the score, and maybe even turn the tides...<br/><br/>With her arm still tucked around the woman's shoulder, Ryla leans in a little closer and flicks her tongue out a single time, drawing it gently over the woman's soft, tanned cheek "Mm...I can hardly wait. It's not too often I have an informant that is so...well...pretty..." Her voice, having dropped to a soft, sensual whisper, practically *DRIPS* with barely-concealed promise, every bit as much as was contained in that soft, wet little flicker of her tongue against the woman's cheek.<br/><br/>Even as she speaks, with her free hand she idly begins to swivel the ring back and forth against her middle finger, calling forth the magical energies contained within and allowing it's effect to channel through her, and into the woman who she was pressed up so tightly against. Now was the moment of truth - was her will of sterner stuff, or did she fall prey to the little trick of the mind...?<br/><br/>"Mmm...I can't stand it...." Ryla whispers again, leaning back in and ever-so-gently pressing her soft, lightly moistened lips against the girl's cheek, her arm slipping from the girl's shoulder down to her waist "....Once we get in there, I am going to lick every...last...inch of you...and I promise..." To add to the little tease, Ryla again allows her tongue to briefly flicker between her lips, the slender, pink organ brushing lightly against the edge of the woman's jaw "...I'll be thorough. Let's get you inside and get you out of those clothes, mmm...?"<br/><br/><br/>((In essence, Ryla is attempting to get the woman alone and get her out of those 'tasteless' clothes, along with disarming her. If the 'bodyguard' follows, Ryla will be dealing with that problem first, if she's able. x3 ))</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>If 'Lover's Luncheon' fails....<br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">With her trump card used, she knew her chances had just dropped from 'Low' to 'Abysmal'. For all her desire to devour the girl, as much as her mouth watered at the mere THOUGHT of feeling her sliding along her tongue...<br/><br/>...Well, with the numbers stacked against her, and not enough knowledge to know if she'd survive the encounter with the two, there was really only one option left.<br/><br/>Turning tail!<br/><br/>It was not that she was scared. No. She'd simply survived this long by not being foolish, and trying to take on two individuals she knew nothing about, without magical aid, when one of them weighed likely three times what she did, and the other having a sword...well....<br/><br/>Yeah....<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>Not happening.<br/><br/>Breaking off from the human woman in a sudden lunge, the kitsune takes off at a full sprint towards the welcoming void of the alleyways that interconnected the streets, her tails flailing widly behind her as she applies some liberal amount of boot-to-cobblestone, trying to make good her escape. <br/><br/>( Ryla beats feet! XD She's running, if at all able!))</div></div></div>