Dimly, Alizome can hear something going on outside the mermaid's body. It was either another mermaid or one of her own, and in the first place she was doomed anyway so she may as well assume someone had come to her rescue quicker than expected. Which meant delaying the mermaid was now a less pressing concern. Instead, she could focus on... hindering her. "C'mon," she coaxes, unaware that her language isn't being understood even as she hears the incomprehensible gurgling talk coming from just above her. "You like this, don't you?" Already coated in a very thin layer of acid, she can feel the itching- nothing more yet, happily. She does shift position, however, turning around in the cramped, smelly stomach until her back and rear push the bulge out towards Xarces. That lets her feet and hands start playing more directly with sensitive nerves in the the mermaid's body, stroking folds of oozing stomach wall as if they were a lover's cheek and sending even more debilitating waves of pleasure over her swallower. There was a risk she would provoke a stronger wave of acids, but the mermaid wouldn't be able to keep a steady focus on anything but the pleasure emanating from her stomach- a fair trade. "That's right, just relax and let whoever's out there take care of you while you take care of me..."<br/><br/><br/>[[Struggling again, this time to give them the 'nauseated' condition; nauseated with pleasure, more like.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/222198">"Struggle"</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+10</span><span style="font-weight: bold">29</span>]]