Standing with Sunete and a nice handful of belly, Brady was quickly ascending to that same lecherous tier of heaven that she'd help Linal visit earlier. She had always been fond of the feelings provided by a full stomach, and fondling the giantess's belly bulge was nearly as enjoyable as sporting one herself. Of course, it didn't hurt that Sunete's body was grade-A material: smooth, soft, and supple, with a firmness underneath that yielded just the right amount to her kneads and caresses. Clearly, Sunete ate well and took care of herself. Brady wondered how that toned body wouldtaste and feel on her tongue, or rubbing gently on the inside of her own stomach. She'd have to arrange for a little get-together with Sunete later to find out.<br/><br/>With Sunete responding positively to her touch, Brady began to grow bolder in her ministrations. Adding a second hand to the massage, she began to work her fingers deeper into the soft flesh of the giantess's midsection, kneading and stroking the places she knew from experience would bring the most pleasure. As she worked her way around the giantess's belly, her mind's eye pictured which part of the catboy within was receiving her massage: a forearm up here, an abdomen there, and a little bit lower would be...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Hey, Brady, is everything alright?~</span>Crew interjected, sound more worried than usual.<span style="font-style: italic">Your heart just started pounding against me - you're not in any danger, are you?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I'm fine,~</span>Brady said with a soft inward chuckle.<span style="font-style: italic">~Just thinking about something hard - I mean, thinking hard about something.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Of course,~</span>Crew replied in a tone that suggested he wasn't buying it for a copper.<span style="font-style: italic">~I don't suppose that something is the interrogation by any chance? I don't think our prisoner's going to be in a conversational way for much longer.~</span><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Sunete wrote:</cite>You can start by telling us how many, and where your friends are. And you can answer any questions my cute friend here has to ask."</div></blockquote><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Rylia wrote:</cite> "Ask him if these cultists have anything up their sleeves other than the cheapest mercenaries money can buy."</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">She thinks I'm cute,</span>Brady thought to herself, smiling dreamily as she cozied up to Sunete's side. Things were already boding well for her future with the giantess. When they got out of here, she'd have to ask... well, that was getting ahead of herself. Crew had made a good point: they'd be out of here a lot sooner and safer if they could question the catboy. And the clock was ticking on that opportunity.<br/><br/>"They've got something up their sleeves, alright," Brady commented. "It looks like they've had someone in here desecrating Mylaera's shrine. I know for a fact that her holy symbol doesn't involve anything like... that." She nodded in the direction of the statue and its fanged shield, suppressing a shudder. "What I want to know is, why?"