<span style="font-weight: bold">Beegirl</span><br/><br/>“Tiny,” the beegirl buzzes, “but<span style="font-style: italic">fierce</span>!” She pauses. “Plus there are a lot of us. It’ll be, um, difficult for you to meet the Queen. She’s presently… indisposed.” The beegirl coughs. “What with it being mating season and all…” She brightens. “But if you’d like to come in, then you can wait in comfort. Maybe we can even find you a girl to eat!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Resha</span><br/><br/>OOC: I assume you’re entering the ornate doors, or at least opening them?<br/><br/>The ornate doors open onto an intimate receiving room, decorated with fine wallpaper, featuring tangled vines - of which the flowers seem to bloom, lifelike, out of the walls. The ceiling is decorated with a vast fresco, depicting a debauched dinner party of sex and vore, featuring girls, monsters and demons. On the far side of the room, a further pair of doors hang wide open, leading into a palatial bedroom. You can see a fourposter bed, with silk sheets and rich velvet curtains, both deep red - stark contrast to the bleached white bones resting atop them. Two sets: One laid out, as if passing peacefully in her sleep, the other curled within the stomach of the first…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aiyaka</span><br/><br/>Searching the cellar, you swiftly-enough find a hatch leading down, substantial enough to allow passage for one of the great barrels that line the room…