The loincloth comes frustratingly close to the Hellhounds spiny tail. If Luth had been but a little less muscly and had a little more fat on him, the loincloth might have reached. Instead, it remains tantalisingly close... but it may as well be a million miles away for all the good it will do Ora. With a slurping sound, the great pink maw descends to devour her.. It slurps and seeks for human flesh to devour... anything to sate that eternal hunger for only a brief time. If she does nothing, then this will be her fate. She'll go up into the Venus Mantrap and never be seen alive again, only as a struggling screaming lump hanging and digesting, and then as a pile of bones shit back out beside those of Luth the Red.<br/><br/>Then, as if by some miracle, an opportunity for survival too good to be true came along. A distracted mother and her brood of rowdy children approach. The mother, looking up at you decides that the swampsac is safe to approach. She ignores your squeals for air, and shepherds her group of twenty or so children close by next to you. Just out of reach by any slippery plant tongues, but just close enough for Ora to hook one of them with her Loincloth. The mother isn't going to tarry or wait around for any reason whatsoever, she has one baby suckling at her teat, and a whole lot of hungry children to feed, all running around, looking at the boiling girls on display, trying to decide which one they're going to try to convince their mother to buy for them to eat.<br/><br/>With her lungs on fire from a lack of oxygen, and her head swimming, with the plant so close to inhaling her, and all her other options taking too long to achieve... Ora has already committed too hard to using Luth's Loincloth..<br/>It's do or die time for Ora.<br/>Will she choose to throw away any shred of morality she has and try to catch and feed the Venus Mantrap a child in her place?<br/>Or will she choose to do something else instead, and almost assuredly be digested alive over weeks of long agony.