As Aethon pitches in to help Elanna bring her stomach under control, she flashes the man a quick grin of thanks. "See? Lucky for you this happened when you were with an entire group of people as experienced as we are." Soon enough, Elanna begins responding to the elf's attentions in multiple ways, drawing a soft chuckle from Alizome. "I'll try not to be offended," she murmurs about the taste. Kissing occurs, and despite their awkward relative positioning Ali puts her metaphorical back into it- the more she was focused outward from her stomach (without being so distracted that she lost control) the easier Xarces would have it inside her. Besides, it was fun. "Lots of things left to teach," she promises. And soon, it seems that she'll have a chance to get started- as the woman begins snapping out orders, Alizome suppresses a laugh. She wondered how Robert would react to the changes in personality that had yet and would yet come, if he was resurrected properly- Elanna wasn't likely to be the same person he left. Such were the hazards of dying. "Well, he clearly doesn't mind," she says, "But I hate having to share- I prefer getting people all to myself." She looks over at the ox, and suppresses another chuckle. Xarces would have to be careful he didn't get trampled into the stomach wall, sharing space with that beast. "Of course, that doesn't count if everyone else is inside you and I'm outside, or vice versa. Lots of fun to be had..."<br/><br/>Soon enough, Alizome helps Elanna into a private rail car, and without further ado carefully and neatly stacks all her clothes in one corner. What the elf's senses told her was that Elanna was accustomed to being the focus of attention, to being in charge. She knew the type, and knew how to keep them happiest and most relaxed- make sure they were in charge, teach via suggestion and demonstration rather than commands, and lavish praise and attention on them as though she were a worshipper instead of a courtesan. Not too hard a burden, especially given her attraction to predators- she'd have to contrive to get herself tangled up in some vines and some tails later- and she took to teaching and pleasing Elanna with predictable gusto. [[Gonna pass over this more in the interest of keeping the game moving than anything else]]<br/><br/>By the time Linda knocks, Alizome is stark naked, sprawled on a bed and half-pinned under Elanna's still-swollen stomach, whoever may still be inside; she languidly giggles, and murmurs, "Should we pull up a blanket, Elanna?" to the woman who had her secured to the bed. At least the knock had come between 'classes', and not in the middle of one.