The majority of the cultists unwind, some soothing the predators among them with rubs of gurgling stomachs, and the camp's ambience in the setting sun is a series of moans and gurgling stomachs.<br/><br/>The first cultist doesn't hesitate to climb towards Rissle's open maw, a look of overwhelming excitement shaking his body as he enters her mouth. From inside her gut, she can hear him moan with pleasure. "I'm going to become part of something greater... Do you think my body will join with your breasts perhaps?" he asks, enjoying his fantasy as the predator digests him.<br/><br/>The other cultist approaches Nezasit on her offer, as does Lilissa. "Nezasit, is it possible to swallow someone without digesting them? I'd like to join this one inside you. At this the other cultist's expression lights up. "Mistress Nezasit!" she exclaims. "If we are not to be digested, then could I have the honor of a night with you? I would do anything to mother a child of yours!"