OOC: IIRC, Alenora prefers not to be such an easy digestion, so we'll hold off on that till at least a bit later in the RP.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Jargal</span><br/><br/>The centauress squirms, as she continues to walk, with Xentia's phantom-hands within her, working her insides, squeezing and massaging them. It's... intense. Only made moreso by the action of her own hips as she keeps up with the herd. "I know you're doing this to me," she hisses quietly. "You're<span style="font-style: italic">going</span>to make good on these promises later, right?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sarnai</span><br/><br/>"Mmm... ngh!" Sarnai moans, as the pair of you continue to squirm and struggle around in her belly. "Settle down, you two!" She calls, quite loudly. "Or you really will get digested! I won't be held responsible for any accidents if you're behaving like this."<br/><br/>There's a powerful<span style="font-style: italic">thump</span>on the outside of Sarnai's stomach - and you hear Winter's voice. "Who's in there besides Snakelady Cathy?" She snaps. "I expect punctuality from my command. Showing up inside someone's stomach does<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>count."