Inside, Alizome can hear all too well the sounds of Xarces, at least, and belatedly realizes that he's not exactly rushing to help her out. It feels wonderful enough to be probed and oozed all over... down there, and she's busily enjoying her own massage when she notices the burning pain of digestion. Or- more honestly- the<span style="font-style: italic">lack</span>of it. Hot fluids are coating most of her body already, but even with Xarces' aid Alizome doesn't feel any real pain, just... that consistent faintly pleasant itch that all but demands she try to 'scratch' by rubbing herself on stomach walls. And so she does, but nothing softens or comes off her body. Slowly, the elf realizes that this mermaid is either really holding back or she was never in that much trouble.<br/><br/>"XARCES!" she yells, contorted to press her rear and her face against the bulge at the same time, bent more than double. "I'm gonna starve in here before she manages to break me down! Just drag her to the surface already!" She laughs, and adds, "Or have some fun first! Probably won't matter!" Then she returns to her gyrations, rubbing and responding to massages internal and external, but it is a little more subdued than it has been as the pinkish eagerness to feel the stomach wrap and squeeze her more closely recedes back into her heart.<br/><br/>[[Another struggle roll to "Nauseate"<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/222466">Struggle</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">19</span>. 0 damage so far ^_^]]