((I don't mind leaving it assumed! There will be plenty of other opportunities in the future! ^_^ Plus, I hate keeping folks waiting when they're not doing much. x3 ))<br/><br/>Ryla's reappearance a couple of hours later brings with it more than a little bit of embarrassment. She'd fully intended to go ask around for more information, something to help the group along, but instead...she'd gotten more than a little side-tracked. PLEASANTLY sidetracked, but sidetracked nonetheless. She'd told herself a dozen times she'd 'not eat on the job', but by the gods themselves, the moment had been so PERFECT, and the delectable woman simply calling herself 'Delicia' had certainly lived up to the name.<br/><br/>So, what should have been a very brief distraction had turned into...well, a couple-of-hour excursion, and as embarrassed as she felt that she'd given in to her desires....Mmm, did it feel good enough to be WORTH it. The woman had been so amazingly willing at first, and that willingness had only changed when her spell wore off and she realized exactly what was happening. Of course, by then, it was too late. Ryla was already relaxing in the bed, digesting the utterly mouthwatering woman as easily as she'd swallowed her. After an hour of digestion, just enough time to weaken and soften the woman up enough she'd not be escaping under her own power, Ryla had made herself scarce, slipped out of the building (Avoiding the minotaur, who was no doubt growing curious with how long it was taking), and returned to the Tavern.<br/><br/>The sight was an interesting one. The kitsune's obviously full stomach left very little doubt that she'd snacked on SOMEONE - a female, judging by the very vague outlines evident in her tightly stretched tummy - and it was unclear whether or not the woman was still alive or not. Amusingly enough, the fishnet-looking fabric that criss-crossed her tummy was stretched every bit as tightly around the bulge, and actually seemed to be somewhat supporting it and 'squeezing' it, further making a rather tight, cramped bit of space for the unfortunate occupant of the kitsune's full belly.<br/><br/><br/>"Sorry, um-" Ryla begins apologetically, before a sudden jostle inside of her tummy interrupts her sentence with a deep, pleasure-filled moan. So, the woman WAS still alive, albeit likely not for too terribly much longer. The slight shifting of the kitsune's stomach is followed with a muffled cry, one barely audible over the soft-but-eager gurgling and churning of her happily-digesting stomach "Hhaaahhh....g-gods...." Ryla whispers, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and pure, unfiltered bliss. Ugh, she'd made them all wait while she got herself a nice meal....but she couldn't feel too bad about it. It simply felt too good, every weakened shift, every muffled cry, of the delicious woman slowly digesting in her tummy sending another little tingle of pleasure throughout her body.<br/><br/>Ohhhhh, how much she'd MISSED this...<br/><br/>"A-ahem...l-like I was saying. Sorry I got a little...side tracked. Um, I didn't find out anything else useful...b-but hey. No sense in stopping the search, right? After all, a share of the goodies is worth lookin'....so, where to?"<br/><br/><br/>**************************************<br/><br/>By the time the boat finds an acceptable spot to offload the passengers some hours later, Ryla's stomach had changed from a nice, tight bulge to an almost perfectly rounded sphere, roughly the size of a small beachball. The slight definition of the woman once-evident in the tightly stretched tummyflesh is long-gone, leaving naught but a very 'sloshy' stomach that, bit by bit, continued to shrink more and more as all that was left of the woman worked it's way through her hungry body, which was all too eager to absorb every little bit of nutrients it could. The shift from 'living' prey to 'mush' had not seemed to alter the kitsune's enjoyment, however, and more than once she is caught stroking her tummy or stifling a moan, all the way up to the point the group approaches the group of guards.<br/><br/>Normally, she'd have been quite eager to talk, and even more eager to serve as the 'face' of the group. However, given she neither knew the guards in questions (Of which some seemed to), she opts to stay in the back and silent, perfectly content to blend into the 'back' of the group.