<span style="font-weight: bold">Whitefeather Encampment - Sarah</span><br/><br/>“Also,” a soft, feminine voice breathes into Ruby’s ear, as arms wrap around her waist, “they were watching me sneak up on you.” A feminine head rests itself on Ruby’s shoulder, blonde hair cascading down around Ruby’s breasts. “Hi,” the girl murmurs. “I’m Sarah. I’m a gurglemeister from across the river. The tribe rescued me from some Blackscale-clan karis, who’d have digested me painfully by now, so I’m really happy to be here. I like sexy cuddles, long walks in the forest, and squirming around in stomachs. Would you like me to squirm around in your stomach?” Indeed, her skimpy, yellowed pyjamas, obscene with acid-burned holes, bear this out. “Shy, big-breasted predators are just my favourite kind,” she sighs happily, draped across Ruby’s back.