"Good. I mean..." she pauses, but keeps her stride up. "Most girls that go into my stomach have been a little... cooked?" She says, cracking knuckles in front of her. "Seared, at least. I can be more free with the flames than with a monster, because there's no risk of a girl just dying. I rather like the different taste you get from a girl that's been exposed to flame, but... I will admit that it makes them far less lively and resilient once they start trying to fight my stomach. When I get someone in there who wasn't burnt, like this mouse girl, it's an entirely different experience. They are still plenty lively, unless they've decided to just go to sleep curled up inside there like this one." Her stomach gives the mousegirl another squeeze, and she muses, "I do not think she is awake... I may have let a little too much of my own juices flow watching you and Aiyaka. Oh well. I think she rather expected it. Now, if you- or your current meal- are volunteering to try to see just how many orgasms they can stand before my stomach overwhelms them, I will never turn down a free romp with the chance of a free meal afterwards.<br/><br/>As Vesele begins talking in a much quieter voice, she shoots the other a quick sidelong look before drifting a few more feet away to give her some privacy, since the voice was likely meant for Aiyaka alone and Cyra did not wish to intrude never mind that Vesele was her prisoner. Weighed down as she was, Cyra had no fear of being able to catch her if she ran.