Ora hooks the straggling child around he thin little neck and lifts her up to her breasts. The dumb little kid has a look of utter surprise as she's lifted clean off her feet and deposited into her bosom. Desperately, she grabs the blonde child under the armpits and raises her above her head in front of the seeking pink extended maw. With a cute little squeak of absolute horror, the girl, realising too late what has happened, tries to run and escape, but her legs pinwheel in the empty air. The monstrous fetid flesh sack wiggles a little in anticipation of its juicy meal, and takes her in headfirst, slurping her up to Ora's hands in one gulp.<br/><br/>This was, it.. this was the moment... would the plant be satisfied with Ora's pitiful offering, or would it take her in deep too?<br/><br/>...<br/><br/><br/>The giant green plant relaxed a little as it pushed the tiny female into its stomach proper.. then it slithered its tentacle tongue back up into itself, ready to begin digesting its meagre meal. Ora dropped to the ground next to the Hellhound corpse, raggedly gasping for breath, her face still blue.<br/><br/>From inside the sack came the most anguishing tantrum, that Ora had ever heard...<br/><br/>"Mommy... Get me out of here Mommy.. I don't like it in here... it smells funny."<br/>The Venus mantrap began to shrink its enormous girth, to better constrain the wriggling junior.<br/>"Mommy... It's squashing me Mommy... I don't want this... make it let me go."<br/><br/>down the alleyway, the girl's mother was busy rounding up her kids, and delivering them a lecture that'd  serve them well.<br/>"Do you see that girls? that's why you look where you're going. so stay close, or you'll end up like my stupid little Megan up there. And you don't want to digest in a pod plant now do you girls?" she chides.<br/>"No Mommy, comes the chorus of girls, eager to take the lesson to heart after hearing Megan wail.<br/>"Now, who's ready for some boiled girl?"<br/>Her children cheer, and the family lines up at the stalls.<br/>They may be young... but that offers no protection in the World of Bones, so lessons of this sort are take to heart readily, and the price of failing to learn is always death.<br/><br/>Ora quickly recovers her breath. The sound of the little girl that she has doomed torments her from above.<br/>Her landing on the ground hadn't been too hard, she'd landed on the softest part of the Hellhound after all.<br/><br/>"Eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww.... Mommmieeeeeee it's pouring all over me... it's sticky and groooosssss..."<br/>Her face and tiny body now press up against the walls of the Venus Mantrap, squirming as it juices itself over her<br/>Suddenly her cute little cries become a lot more serious as she container started to fill with weak acid.<br/>"Mommyyyyyyy... It's hurting me... gods, it's in my pee-hole and up my bottom. Red stuff is coming out of me.... Moooooommmmmyyyyy."<br/>The Plant really got kicking then. and the girl's screams joined those of Luth the Red, and a half-dozen other struggling, sobbing and screaming forms. All the Venus Mantraps were finally full, and that meant travel through this part of the village was unimpeded... at least for now... Who knows when they'd be hungry again.<br/><br/><br/>Ora bundled up the Hallhound corpse on her shoulder quickly, and sidestepped out of the way of the Plant's deadly reach.<br/><br/>Ora looked out at Restaurant Alley... Her destination<br/>To the left was the clanking hammers of the blacksmiths by the river, where it was easy to get water to quench the iron... and on the right, was the alley itself. A long row of Restaurants with delicious looking wares in fancy shop windows stretches away from Ora<br/><br/>The first one has a sign etched into the window with some kind of monster acid.. the lines are beautiful, and well spelled.<br/>It says "Manly Vegatable Cafe" on it... and it looks like it serves a lot of Gourdplant paraphernalia.. pancakes, waffles, fritters, sorbets... even whole melons. They all look pretty fancily made though.<br/><br/>The next one seems to be pretty popular, even though the stall-front is half-the size of the last one. It reads in big bold writing over the windows. "Girlbrain Sorbet Stand. It's full of Villagers of all ages, tucking into the severed frozen open skulls of the unlucky. They poured coloured flavourings that matched the colour of the lipstick on the food, all over the brains as they tucked in. There were even some live ones in the open window, displayed so that they could attract customers with their wild shrieking.<br/><br/>Then further down was a Place called the Roasted Pleasure... It was the biggest, and certainly the most fancy... It didn't seem to have many customers.. but all the ones it did have.... well... they wore.... CLOTHES.<br/>Such bright and fancy ones too<br/>There were women with Bras and Skirts, dyed all kinds of colours... Ora had never seen opulence so great before.. To waste cloth on things other than a loincloth almost seemed sacriligious.. The people in there must have so many shells to afford all that clothing and food. In the front was a rotisserie set... one with a roasting woman, and the other with an already roasted Hellhound.<br/><br/>The last Restaurant at the end of the alley was a place called the Truffle'd Rump... and as far as you could see... all the waitresses... were... wait for this.. you'll never believe it... they were Men... And not just men... their uniform had suspenders that held up these tiny little sacks for their cocks to sit up in... and each of them was erect to his full length... They must've rubbed some good Bloodflower pheromones into them to keep em hard like that all day. They're bringing our all these trays of snacks - everything from Swampsac burgers, to Gourdplant beers, and Fried Dragonwings. The patrons are a rowdy mob, calling on men to get them more rounds... Some of them even reach out and grab the men by the cocks, and put shells in their loincloths...<br/><br/>Men working? Now Ora's seen everything.