<span style="font-weight: bold">Fran</span><br/><br/>The frimbo pulls the shrunken Cyra into her mouth, too-many legs and all, and in moments she's gulping the prickly, protesting kari down her stretchy throat... to join the fairies already struggling and fighting in her even-stretchier belly. It gurgles and churns, and its current occupants don't seem happy to be sharing with an abrasive<span style="font-style: italic">mass</span>still many times their size... but soon, they're being rubbed to pieces against Cyra's scaled armor, as Fran uses her almost as a grindstone to mill her delicious meal... within but a few minutes, she's alone in the belly, smeared in the soup of all the little fairies who had gone before... and starting to itch and melt herself...<br/><br/>...though really, aside from the fairy's grim fate, Fran's belly seems barely troublesome at all... only really serving to buff and polish a meal as well-armoured as a kari... it's not even unpleasant, as such. Maybe the frimbo's swallowed off more than she can melt after all...<br/><br/>Roll Digest, 1, 2... failure (no negative consequence thou). Fran stomach HP 5/5