[ OOC: I'm having plenty of fun thus far, and there's more than enough food to go around, so I don't really have any strong feelings either way.<br/><br/>In terms of how I'm gonna be playing Anya, she's a pragmatist before anything else.  Prove yourself useful, reliable, and trustworthy, and she'll have your back.  Deliberately try to make her mad, be too much of a burden without a good reason, or start being needlessly 'evil', and she'll definitely be doing the cost/benefit for adding you to her bust. ]<br/><br/>Lifting up the unconscious dwarf, Anya gives him one last check to make sure she wasn't inadvertantly swallowing something she'd rather not have to deal with before her maw slowly yawns open and she drops his head inside.  Grimacing a bit at the taste - he'd obviously not bathed in some time, if one didn't count the torrential downpour of a few days ago, her first gulp pulled the dwarf's head past her teeth and into the tight confines of her throat.<br/><br/>Working her jaws over his barrel-like chest, his short stature means that it's not long before her teeth clack shut over his feet and a heavy swallow sends him sliding down her throat.  Although she always got something of a rush when given the chance to enjoy a live meal, the fact that this one wasn't actively squirming in her grasp dampened her usual excitement slightly.  Balancing that, however, was both the length of time that she had needed to wait since her last 'real' meal and the fact that this one was just as weighty as most of her other meals.  All this combined meant that she couldn't help but run her hands over the bulge the dwarf made in her throat as his slid from sight, disappearing behind her breasts before swelling out her stomach, giving her a distinctly pot-bellied look.<br/><br/>Giving her stomach a quick squeeze to settle her meal a bit more, Anya gave Wilnomna a bit of a raised eyebrow when she noticed that she hadn't really set into her meal yet before looking back at Elisia.  "Honestly, take it as a compliment.  Those like us...well, we just tend to look at most others a bit differently.  We still judge people based on their personality, looks, usefulness, and all the rest same as you.  We just have an extra criteria: edibility.  So long as you're more valuable somewhere other than our gut, you've nothing to fear from us."  Taking a moment to reflect on what she said, Anya seemed to come to a bit of a realization before continuing on.  "Not that I'm saying that you're not useful or anything - I've only seen a few people that can pull of that kind of magic, and that's a damn useful thing to have around.  We just tend to pay attention to how appetizing someone looks before we move on to other things."