The thud would snap the noblewoman from her predatory haze, feeling her tails swishing under her delectable rear. She lets out an eep before redisguising herself, her canine features disappearing. She groans in irritation as she lays back, her red dress hugging tightly to her belly, rubbing it as her stomach distends around her prey. Inside her, Cray would feel shockingly comfortable, Mia's stomach walls feeling like fine silk, a clean smell in her gastric chamber seeming to invite her to calm down inside the stomach. Moving around would feel like shuffling in a very comfortable bed with a luxurious downy soft feeling. The gentle probing of her hosts hands would feel like a relaxing caress.<br/><br/>((Mia has the gentle system trait, and was pretty slow to realize she had removed her disguise.))