Ter'ra would return to the jail, distributing the looted goods from the docks. She was also sure to grab some rope from the docks, surprised that they did not use spidersilk to produce the type of ropes that the drow used. She would learn what they had from their captive, deciding that her still-unconcious drone would not produce different results, the drow relishes as her belly begins to slosh and glorp away at the fiend within. The drow took great satisfaction as she felt her belly become more of a potbelly, her lithe form gaining a little bit of volumptuous definition, mainly around her smaller breasts and decently wide hips. Her belly would still softly gurgle through the night as she processes her meal, tummy distended notably even by morning. She would lay on her bedroll, not quite used to the lack of luxury her life now had.<br/><br/>The dream had been a curious one... Drow making it to the surface, going about happily in the daylight that she normally had to shield her eyes from? Such notions were ones she hoped for, but doubted given the nature and society she had left. Still, she did look fantastic in a black marble stature, but what really caught her off guard was the bulging tummy on her statue, not distended massively like she had been earlier that day, but maternally guarding it. Ter'ra had always had a bit more compassion than her fellow dark elf, not that she still wasn't a bit sadistic; everyone was to some extent in the underdark, but to be depicted as a great maternal figure excited her. She had wanted children, ones she could raise on her own terms rather than those of the spider-priestesses. She wanted to be with child, the image of her gently caressing a belly that wanted to exist there tantalizing in the highest regard. Oh how she wished that she could have seen more, but before she could, she would wake up.