Free of the initial resistance of the muscled ring, Ingarl's body would instinctively aid the dragon girl in her journey down into the drider's second stomach. Aviana was quite curious to see what lay in wait on the other side, eager to take this opportunity to discover more about the drider species, and the particular make up of their digestive tract. She'd always wondered if there was a tummy in their human torso and if so, what that meant for the second half of their body, and now she was discovering that first hand. Of course she was also quite curious to find out what had happened to the possessed warrior she'd squared off against not long ago.<br/><br/>The intense heat of this second stomach was the first thing Aviana noticed, the sweltering, almost furnace like temperature much more intense than the comfortable climate in the previous chamber. The air was acrid and much less hospitable, as the smell of digestion hung heavy in the air. A thick soup-like liquid lay waiting for her at the base of this stomach, which Aviana splashes bodily down into. Only to quickly discover bits and pieces of the previous inhabitant of this chamber. A rib stripped down to the bone, was a clear indication that this second stomach had very little trouble in digesting the possessed warrior, and had worked quite quickly at that. If this was any indication to it's efficiency even Aviana would not be able to last here for very long.<br/><br/>Thrashing about in the sludge, Aviana struggles to get her bearings, pulling herself into a more upright position while listening to what Ingarl had to say. She was pleased to hear the drider had no preference for which method or direction Aviana chose in exiting her body, and while it seemed she was quite serious in digesting her should she fail to escape, Aviana found solace in the fact that even separated as they were, Phyrra seemed to be standing up for her, if the feeling of a kick was any indication. Of course the thought of her failure had it's own appeal, as images of her enhancing the drider's breasts flash and threaten to push their way into her mind.<br/><br/>Aviana would stand firm however, pushing out the soothing lull of Ingarl's heart, the welcoming embrace of hot, slippery muscle against her form "Don't worry Phyrra, I don't plan on giving up just yet." she reassures her. Scanning the shifting folds of flesh, that shift and quiver all around her. Luckily for Aviana seeing in complete darkness had never been an issue for her, nor did the scent of acid offend her. Growing up among black dragons had it's benefit it seemed, at least in this particular environment. Of course these boons would mean nothing if she stayed in this chamber for much longer. For even now she can feel the itch of acid, as the thick, soupy slurry, clings to and sticks to her being. The previously broken down guest's remains, aiding the acid to stick to her body, to work towards adding her to the mixture within.<br/><br/>Despite having never before been in a drider stomach, let alone their second stomach, Aviana's keen senses would quickly pick up on the subtle movements of the muscles around her, the stomach lining's natural inclination to favor pushing in a certain direction, a direction that could only lead to Ingarl's intestines. Aviana figures that even if she gets it wrong, so long as she finds an exit, she'd be in a favorable position towards getting herself out of here, be it back up towards her mouth, or down towards the other end. Of course she hadn't completely written off the trip through Ingarl's intestines... but she'd simply have to take her escape one step at a time...and if she could make her way all the way out the lower end, she hoped to impress the drider, as apposed to taking the quickest and easiest way out this situation.<br/><br/>It doesn't take the pulsating walls of Ingarl's stomach long before they are rolling and squeezing against her. Though they aren't putting in as much force as Aviana realized they were capable of, they were still able to move her body quite easily. She constantly being shifted, rolled head over heal in the thick acidic sludge. Basted and coated in the substance which clings to her flesh and begins to tingle and burn. Aviana gasps audibly as she adjusts to the sensation, the myriad of stomach folds rubbing and working her body over much more aggressively than before. The drider's second stomach being a little roomier than the previous, and with her the only occupant it had plenty of space to work. Where the orc's tum had merely squeezed down on her tightly, this one was able to move and manipulate her. She feels her knees being pushed into her chest as muscles roll over her body, only to be stretched and flattened back out a moment later. All this was merely on account of the stomachs natural motions as it lazily works on digesting the meal within... Aviana winces at the thought of what the previous meal had to go through, the acid was one thing, and her scales and draconic heritage offered a layer of resistance to that, but the amount of pressure this stomach would be able to exert..... why Aviana trembled to even consider.<br/><br/>"I hope your ready Ingarl...to feel my touch were few if any in tact meals have ever ventured." Aviana calls out, reaching her hand forwards to press firmly against the upper wall of the spider girl's stomach. With one hand pressed above her, she uses the other to steady herself against the opposite wall. Pressing up and below her she uses these walls as a guide to shimmy herself forward, keeping her fingers splayed and dug into the shifting walls of flesh all the while, keeping those two points as a reference as she makes her way towards what could only be the base of the stomach.<br/><br/>Only when both hands are brought together by the opposite layers of flesh, as even pushing outwards proves unable to separate them would Aviana push firmly forward. Her fingers pressing deeply into the folds of flesh, searching for a center, for the opening into Ingarl's intestines that surely must be there, an opening that would have presented itself to her in time were she to be digested, and yet she was asking it to open for her already. Feeling one finger, and then another pop through into a separate chamber, feeling the familiar sensation of a ring of muscled squeezing around her digets, Aviana realizes that this must be it! Wriggling herself forward, she brings her face to the brink of this orifice. Forced to duck low within the acidic soup of digesting drow, Aviana is forced to rely on instinct, and her sense of touch alone, as she doesn't dare open her eyes within the muck. Tucking her knees in against the rippling motions of muscle below, she pushes off against it, forcing her head firmly against the sphincter, wriggling with the motion of Ingarl's stomach muscles hoping to ease her way inside.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Aviana<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;"><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/458171">Perception</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/459449">wiggles</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+14</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">32</span></div></div></div>