Melanie takes the Hellhound off Ora's hands, and passes over a coin pouch full of a hundred shells.<br/>"Spend them wisely, its a small fortune for a hunter I know, but they go rather quickly when you don't ration them."<br/><br/>The Maitre D guides Ora upstairs to the Restrooms, and then leaves her. The toilets are a beautiful, made of marble and intricate carved wood, with wash basins and mirrors. Ora isn't sure if she's been anywhere nicer in her entire life.. the entire washroom spells of perfumes and flowers... nothing like most of the outhouses she's used to.<br/>A wealthy woman walks past Ora as she's stunned by the opulence. Ora could tell she was wealthy by the fact that she was a little on the chubby side, and wore fine lingerie instead of the regular loin cloth. she shut and locked a stall door, and all Ora could see from beneath were two sets of feet spread on either side of some kind of seat as she let out a very loud womanly fart.<br/><br/>Ora walks into the last remaining stall and sits on the seat. It's some kind of elevated Wash closet. A place that you don't have to squat to do your business. It's all very fancy and foreign to the Tan skinned Ranger, but she's sure that she can make it all work properly. Not like the woman next to her who seems to have fallen into the water, by the sound of that splashing<br/><br/>As she relieves herself on the toilet, she listens in to the woman in the stall besides her... She seems to be straining? Maybe she had too much of that rich person's food to eat? Her toes curl beneath the divider... She groans a little and starts to kick and thrash...<br/><br/>It's at that moment that Ora realises that the woman is no longer going to the toilet... she's being eaten by something grotesque that's swum up through the pipes to consume her when she wasn't alert. The fat woman's legs jack-hammered wildly against the floor as there's a sizzling popping sound met with very muffled screams. The unseen beast lifts her up off the floor, and her legs, butt and pussy fly upside-down over the divider, and get sucked down into the monster with a disgusting glorping, slurping sound. The dim screams intensified and were accompanied by the terrifying sound of wet, desperate thrashing that slowly transformed into a laboured gurgling as the woman began to die. Shortly thereafter, a smoking, bloody skeleton  clattered to the floor with a slimy little splatter.<br/><br/>Finally, a slippery beige tentacle crept over the top of the divider into your stall, already searching for its next victim.