The drow would follow the party down the stairs, her hips swaying in a sultry manner under the weight of her rotund middle. She would look a bit uncomfortable as her belly sloshes audibly with her meal, occaisionally gurgling into a soft belch as her meal shifts around in her gut. She presses onward, hands on her hips to support her back. She would look just as enticed as the changeling, though she lacked the reverance or self-control, using her innate magic detection to see just what was going on in here... perhaps she would glean how to do such a process as she sought more fertility, being sure to see just how much magic was in the digesting slurry of her belly.