Though she knew her own stomach was as soothing and painless as it was deadly, Rissle still didn't understand how anyone could let themselves be devoured and digested so easily. Maybe this guy had fancied her, and she had just not noticed it? That thought brought a quick, barely noticable little blush to the stuffed ranger's cheeks, just as her massive gut glorped and burbled away happily, eagerly claiming the life of her fellow cultist and setting about breaking him down.<br/><br/>Though she was still squeezing and rubbing over her gargantuan midsection, Rissle looked away, trying to snuff out her blush by changing her attention. Which seemed to be a terrible idea, as her eyes feasted on the image of the female cultist eagerly mounting her fellow chosen and her very well endowed 'gear'. Now obviously and heavily blushing, the ranger brought a hand up to cover her face as she found herself unable to look away. "G-god, you two are just going to do it here!?", was all Rissle had to say before she started to rock back and forth atop of her massive gut, then rolled backwards, expertly aiming her roll so that her ass was planted just beneath a mighty oak tree, in leu of the wind, where she could settle in and relax for the night, with her own massive middle blocking the sight of the engorged Nez copulating with the female. No way was she getting much use of a bedroll, or a tent with her current size, so she just used it to prop in underneath herself, while laying the blanket over as much of herself as she could.<br/><br/>Pushing a hand into her gigantic belly, producing a wet, rumbling, "Glrrrsh", as she gave it a firm shove, Rissle looked over to Lilissa and offered, "If you want someplace soft and warm to relax, you are welcome atop my stomach. J-just, make less noise than you know who!"