Hanging on the side of the wall, Phylia reclines somewhat and, much like Volenzara below her, starts taking her time with her latest catch as the time of danger has passed.  As the orc sinks deeper and deeper into her, Phylia begins to disrobe her, her malleable innards pulling armor and clothing off and balling it up before popping it out of her chest in a sodden lump.  Now free to truly enjoy the orc's body, her body begins to ripple and squeeze her meal as she effectively licks and slurps her body as a whole.  Gently but insistently, she begins to push inward, sending herself flooding down the orc's throat to fill her lungs and stomach as well as up from below, worming her way into every nook and cranny on her body to capture every bit of flavor possible.  The renewed squirming was very welcome as well, and Phylia even begins to pass oxygen to the orc through herself, the better to prolong the meal as her body went to work.<br/><br/>Following Vol out, her body grows slightly more opaque until the orc inside is just an indistinct twitching dark mass curled up in her chest.  "Well, that's what I'm here for, in part at any rate.  I can let you see for short periods of time, but Vol is right; having some way to see on your own is one of the most important things when you venture beyond a certain distance down.  Torches are all well and good, but there's no way to use them and remain stealthy down there."