((The FF...it...it enraptured me! D: I blame it! Now, post time! x3 ))<br/><br/><br/>Meera's bright eyes focus on Johan as he explains his own method of dealing with catgirls, scrunching up her nose a little bit when he mentions how effective of a tactic it was "Well..." She says, rubbing the crest of her nose with a fingertip "Is just so..sensitive! An-nnyeehh..." Another little shiver courses through the catgirl's body as the newly-revitalized elf finally settles back down, her tummy offering a contented 'grrrrgle' as it sets back to work reclaiming it's prize "Mmf. U-um..what was I saying..?" She continues, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. Clearly, a full stomach of slowly-softening half-elf felt better than she really cared to show "Oh! Ear scratches do feel really nice! I mean, if I do it myself, it's less nice, but when someone else does it, just feels you with the warm, fuzzy feeling! It's kinda like saying 'Good Job!' Is really nice! Makes you wanna nuzzle your head down in their lap and just enjoy it for hours! I really like ear-rubs! T-tail, though..." Her already-red cheeks turn a shade brighter, and for a moment she reaches for Johan's saliva-soaked hand once again, only to catch herself before actually grabbing it. Retracting her hand quickly, she casts her eyes down at the table, thoughtfully chewing on her lower lip "Um...it does kinda feel...really good, right above the tail. N-not that I say DO it...just...it IS nice."<br/><br/>Taking another long draw from her mug, Yumina peers over it's edge, her slitted eyes twinkling "Scratch my ears, and y'gonna lose y'bloody hand." Again, there was a certain lack of conviction in the way she said it, and whilst it might be true in a more public setting...getting her 'just right' in private would likely garner different results. With one final, deep gulp, the feline drains her mug and slams it down on the table, exhaling a happy breath "Ahhh...full stomach, piss-tasting drink...doesn't get much better than that. Heh, almost glad you all ended up on top in our lil' scuffle. I'd have had a full stomach either way, but we were dangerously low in the 'drink' department. Water gets kinda old after the first couple of days. Plus, lookin' forward to a bed alot more than a bedroll."<br/><br/>"But Yumina..." Meera begins, tilting her head "We had lotsa drinks for the first couple of days. You and--" A displeased look from her feline companion immediately shifts Meera's thoughts away from how drunk the other had gotten the first day, and towards Johan once more, a little grin splitting her lips "..Um, anyway...she'll digest! My tummy takes it's time! Is good too - makes me feel so full for so long! I mean, I like ALL food, b-but...um...food like this..." She gives her tummy a little, appreciative rub "...feels so much better...I'm sure she'll be nice and digested by...sometime tomorrow!" She says brightly, her bubbly attitude somewhat at odds with the fact she was consigning someone to a slow digesting inside her happily blurbleing stomach. The words - heard by the half-elf, it seems - causes her to groan slightly, shifting weakly in her slimy, digestive prison "She...will be fine!" She adds to his comment on 'reaching back in', though there's a playful spark that ignites in her eyes at it's mention "...Course, who ever says no to a good belly rub?"<br/><br/><br/>*Inside Cyria...*<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Damnit...so close! SO CLOSE!<br/><br/>Well, at least, she THOUGHT she'd been close. It mattered little - Jutii could feel all too well her straining muscles giving in, and the second Cyria nestles herself down fully on the provided bench, the drider's own weight is more than enough to deal with the little resistance that remained.<br/><br/>"Nngh..!" With a grunt, Jutii's tired muscles give in, Cyria's weight and gently-squeezing stomach compressing the lizardess into a backwards-bent ball, with her feet nearly touching her shoulders. The spider-woman can feel the transition almost immediately - Jutii's fiery squirms reduced to little more than weakened, protesting pushes against the interior of her stomach, and the occasional lash of the demi-lizardess' tail as she fruitlessly tries to right herself in the cramped, constrictive belly that seemed more than happy - and able - to turn her into nutrients over the course of the coming night.<br/><br/>Though her abdomen remains swollen, the noticeable bulges are gone, save for the faint imprints of a weakly-pushing hand against the tight, fleshy sac that contained her, sometimes visible as a little bulge in the right-most side of the drider's abdomen.<br/><br/>Still, the lizardess had all night to get full acquainted with her predator - and Cyria had a whole night to enjoy it.</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>It's but a few moments before Tina returns, a menu nestled under one arm, and a last drink her in hands, which she places in front of Lea "...Fruity and delicious, if a little strong. Careful - it might not be as weak as you requested. Trust me, though...you'll like it. Gnomes make delicious drinks!" Her eyes veritably shine with excitement, and she continues to bounce back and forth on the balls of her feet, each shift making her chest jiggle enticingly in her top "And, the menu you requested..."<br/><br/>Placing the menu down on the table, Tina slides it over to Sasara, giving her a few moments to look it over. The menu of 'exotic food' was...rather astounding. Dragoness. Male bugbear. Troll. Humans. There seemed to be an entry for each gender, and though some of the options were crossed through (likely already claimed by other individuals) the 'menu' ran the gauntlet of everything from humans, to elves, to more beastial races like gnolls. There's even a single entry for a mindflayer, listed - amusingly enough - under 'seafood'. Beside each entry is a list of their 'crimes'. Three thefts. Murder. Arson. It seems like the menu was not volunteers, but actual criminals - most of them violent ones.<br/><br/>"If you want anything, just let me know! Or, um...I guess you need to let her know.." She motions with a jerk of her thumb to the woman behind the bar "Since...I'm now off duty! Looks like I got to cut loose a little early tonight!" The cheer in her expression is infectious, and it's with that bright, shining smile that she turns to Johan "Rooms! So, we have everything from single bedrooms, to suites. For your people, you'll likely want two suites - that should fit everyone! OF course, smaller bedrooms are available! With the larger rooms, the baths will accomodate three or four people! Smaller, about two, standard brass tubs! We have a boiler, or what works like one, so water can be drawn into your bath. It's a little slow - expect about thirty minutes before it's ready - but it's as simple as a knob twist! We only offer warm baths, as...well, cold baths we have to draw the water and hand-deliver it ourselves. Takes ages! Though, if you REALLY wanna pay for it..." She shrugs "Your call! Breakfast in the morning is complimentary, and generally enough to feed um...well, a human or elf. Larger races...just have to make do! Trust me, trying to feed an ogre would bankrupt this place! As I mentioned, you pay your bill on the way out - we keep your tab!"<br/><br/>With her last little bit of business concluded, Tina practically dances around the table to Alura, leaning over her from behind and wrapping her arms around her "I'm soooooo excited! I've always wondered what this would be like! Are you super, duper sure?! I've never done this before, so...um..." The warmth and softness of the barmaid's bosom presses down upon Alura's shoulders like a fleshy blanket, enticing and alluring, her arms wrapping gently around Alura's body from behind "...well, I dunno what I can really do! It's soooooo exciting though!"<br/><br/>Smirking faintly at the barmaid's enthusiasm, Naji nods without ever picking her nose up out of her drink "Yeah. I'll deal with the orc, and our captive wild elf. Might have Meera cart her off to one of the rooms. The half-orc, I'll just stick in whatever room is less crowded, and we can figure out what to do with her in the morning. I'll be along to join you shortly, mm? Can't expect me to miss out on ALL the fun..." Her lips curve into a faint smile, and she briefly winks at Johan, before turning her attention to Drodjee and the sour look on her face. Still upset. Understandable. Still, better to enjoy a cell for a year than end up somewhere darker, moister, and filled with digestive acids.