The holding cage had bars as thick as my arm, and was shoved in among all the others who were captured or coaxed into it - of course, there were a few who signed up to it, me included.<br/><br/>I sat there and lay against the back of the cage, I didn't have to attract a pred, but if I did, I'd try and make it obvious who I wanted to feed. I played with my tail as I waited, wrapping it around my claw then letting it go again. The cage had muddied my scales, and tore my jeans, but, it was an occupational hazard that I didn't care about, all I needed to know was how tasty I was.<br/><br/>((Oral vore me please...aside from that, I guess anything goes))