The kitsune licks her lips as the last of her meal's tail slips between her jaws and down her throat.  *Such a filling treat~* she thinks to herself with a grin as she idly strokes over her own large belly as the lizard inside squirms desperately.  Letting out a small burp she glances around the room to make sure she didn't miss anything interesting.  "Being devout is exactly what would have got you into this mess, Blackscale," she says casually.  "I really wasn't sure you'd fall for that disguise, but it seems to have done its job...  Anyways; I have an offer for you.  Either you can continue to squirm inside me while gradually broken down to feed my body, or you can try to tell me what I might be able to expect further along in this temple - quickly or you just might lose consciousness in the middle of our conversation - and pray with all your might that I'll be in a good enough mood to let you go.  Take your time to choose."  Regardless of her offer for survival she doesn't still her rumbling gut, instead allowing it to start working over her prey eagerly while waiting for his reply, if he can even really hear her (not sure how that works in this).<br/><br/>[[Vore check for digestion 1d20+14  33<br/>Damage 1d6+2  7 bludgeoning; 1d6 4 acid]]