As the drider propositions her while also being pleasured in a somewhat... idiosyncratic way by the dragoness, Eurikova only barely keeps a hold of her manners. "I'm very sorry to hear about your needs," she says, slithering away, "But I don't much feel like, ah, that sort of help. I'm sure my friend has you well... covered." She sniffs. "Anyway, I think I'll just wait over in one corner and let my own rather overripe meal digest before we... head out." Whether or not everyone else would be coming was a good question.