She doesn't look back at the bimbun as she passes, reassured as Zivit pounces on Ali's apparent soon-to-be stomachmate; she rarely shared, but felt no compunctions save hygeine against it. Besides, it was time for her to start earning her pay. She'd managed to distract Zorakatra from feeding, which was all well and good; now, it seemed, her 'boss' wanted her to do a little more. She could handle that; sinking obligingly to her knees, she rubbed her cheek against the harpy's rear as she turned to watch the escape. "Oh, well that's a pity," the elf says without enthusiasm as the bimbun escapes the novice- it's soon recaptured by someone else, making it appear as though Zivit would have to content herself with one indigestible elf overnight. "Good try! And I agree, having so many possible meals would be an absolute tragedy." As she turns back to Zorakatra, she lets herself snicker as she scoots a little forward to place herself between the harpy's legs. Keeping a firm grip on Zorakatra's stomach, she begins massaging the swollen dome overhead, adding her hands' weak strength to the harpy's own as the bimbun churned; Alizome shuddered with delicious fear at the reminder of how fierce a body she'd been held inside. As she did, she pushed her face upwards towards what beckoned her- the elf had been a courtesan at one point, and was hardly about to pass up this chance to... ingratiate herself to her employer and enjoy herself at the same time.<br/><br/>[[Going light on the explicit description per request~]]