Alizome shrugs. "There, you see? He's quite happy in there. No sense risking either of us to drag him out." She looks at the bull before deciding, "But he does seem to not particularly want to be digested, so if you'll allow me to do things my way? Sit down, Elanna, if you would- it'll be easier if your mind isn't focused on keeping your balance."<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/113618">Profession(Courtesan)</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span><br/><br/>Moving behind the new predator, Alizome sits as well, splaying her legs around on either side of the woman and scooting close to press herself against Elanna's back. "Shut your eyes," she whispers, putting hands on the Xarces-shaped bulge in Elanna's stomach and beginning to insistently knead. "The first thing is how to control your own stomach, Elanna. He feels wonderful in there, doesn't he? The sooner you digest him, the sooner you'll be hungry and unhappy again. Don't think of it as denying your hunger, think of it as postponing it- your instincts will resist less." She keeps her words low, husky and even, resting her head on Elanna's shoulder so that words can go straight into her ear. In the same near-hypnotic tone, "Focus on your stomach. There's nothing else to think about but it, is there? It's large, and it wants to be small so very badly. Let it stay big. Relax. Relax these... and these... and these." Caressing muscles as she goes, she does her best to help Elanna's stomach cease. "Once you do that, focus on your stomach again. The acids are less important for Xarces- or for me," she giggles, "But you should slow them too. You can do it. Just focus on your stomach, and think about it slowing... slowing... stopping." She gives Elanna a quick kiss on the side of the neck. "Once you've done that, Xarces will likely show you why you<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to do that- and then we can work on the next lesson."<br/><br/>[[I'd imagine the perception check for that would be pretty prohibitive; details of a whispered conversation is 15, stomach muscles and Xarces' own body since his mouth isn't right up against teh stomach walls are likely equivalent to a foot's worth of barrier, so +10, and then +2 for the difficult conditions of gurgling... DC 27 sounds about right. And I<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/113630">Perception Roll</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+12</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span>super don't hear it.]]