[Using Pacattack's old character as a placeholder until it retroactively changes to the new one.]<br/><br/>"I can't deny the fact I've always been a glutton. It's how I wound up like this in the first place." Volenzara reclines into Phylia's embrace. Giving the slime easier access to her bloated belly. It's relatively modest compared to the sizes she prefers to have it at, but it's still roughly the size of her entire torso at least with the orc curled up in there. Plenty of space to lavish and plenty unreachable from behind. "There is. But being fed is something almost anyone could deliver on. And I do love being fed."<br/><br/>Vol holds up two fingers toward Aurora. "Phylia and I are natives to the Underdark. We can see down there like anything else. That leaves you and Yenorin. While I'm admittedly limited in what I can manage, I should be able to cover the two of you for about 9 hours each." Vol tilts her head back to enjoy Phylia's rubbing for a bit and separate her thoughts. Eventually covering a burp while she does. "Excuse me. I did say it was just a request. It's not like I'm demanding to eat half of everything we encounter. I'm just asking to be fed something I wouldn't have otherwise gotten into my stomach myself every now and then. Seems like a fair trade to me."