Lea's question draws a sort of half-smirk from Yumina, the feline giving her a cool look from across the table "Let them out...?" Noting the slight amount of interest in Lea's eyes, Yumina's grin broadens enough to expose the sharp tips of her teeth "Well..." Clearly a little pleased with getting eyed by the newcomer, the stuffed feline makes a show of running her fingertips across the vaguely-humanoid shapes tightly compacted together inside of her belly. Their struggles had finally ceased, though the slight amount of pressure put upon her softly-gurgling stomach elicits a muffled whimper from within, and the slight imprint of a hand pushing outwards against the base of the pleased catwoman's interior, just above her thighs. A weakened voice from within says...well, SOMETHING, but a well-time *Grrggggglllllglurp* from the busily-working stomach makes the words difficult to understand. After another brief bout of struggling that leaves Yumina's eyes fluttering and her breath coming just a little bit faster, and the unlucky siblings settle back into motionlessness save for the occasional twitch or bulge as one or the other presses out weakly against their digestive prison.<br/><br/>"I guess it's according." She says simply, her intense, slitted eyes focused upon the human woman across the table from her "Hardly get much out of it but a little flavor. Unlike someone like these two..." She gives her stomach a hard slap, earning another muffled whimper from within that causes her grin to broaden even further "...Where I get a nice meal, a stomach full of meat, and will be rather satiated for a couple more days to come. Far beyond the moment these two have a date with the lavatory." Even in the relative din of the room, Yumina's words seem to reach the siblings trapped inside her happily churning stomach, a few muffled words rising from within, though the only understandable one is 'No!' The two doomed occupants shift about weakly, the vague shapes of their bodies evident through the fur and flesh of her tightly stretched stomach pushing in an effort to free themselves. It does little to help them, only serving to making Yumina's jaw clench, a little shiver coursing through her body. Eyes shutting to half-lids, the ecstatic feline rubs her hand across her stomach again, though this time slower, tracing the shapes of her enormous meal, a soft moan rising in her throat "Nnnff...there's...other benefits too." She finally says, a slight pant in her voice. It did not take much to imagine the clearly-dominant feline was...a little turned on, moreso than a 'simple meal' could achieve.<br/><br/>It was a part of her personality Alura had already experienced in spades, and when the fairy reaches over and gives her fuzzy tummy a little pat, Yumina's gaze shifts from Lea to Alura "...Though..." She adds, eyeing the fairy and slooooowly curling her tongue along her lips as if recalling the delightful flavor of her once-food "There's...benefits to someone not taking the complete trip. After all...means I get to try fairy again one day. Maybe. Though dunno if I quite want to eat her." The sparkling hint of mischief in Yumina's eyes might as well paint the picture in Alura's mind - there was little doubt she wanted a 'repeat' of the day's earlier activities, though perhaps with Alura a little more on the receiving end, when NOT half-buried in her throat. With a little chuckle, Yumina leans back in her chair, propping her feet up on the table and returning to lightly stroking her softly-gurgling stomach, completely relaxed and at ease...save for the tell-tale flicking of her tail, excited little curls each time her food shifts or struggles briefly within her.<br/><br/>Peering over her shoulder - her butt still happily perked up for all to see - Meera nods emphatically "Yes! Alura is best at making kitties happy! Specially kitty specialists!" Her tail remains perked straight up when Lea leans in to whisper her little tease. It seems to take a few seconds to entirely dawn on Meera what Lea had said, but the moment the words sink in, the lightly-tanned skin of her face starts to veritably glow red, and she nearly falls off of her chair in her effort to spin herself back around and sit down "Lick....lick the...Lick my..." She stumbles over her words, her ears perking up cutely, only to immediately flatten right back down against her head "W-well, I um...there's...I...O-oh gosh, you wanna watch too..." Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, Meera lightly chews on her bottom lip, casting a glance at Yumina. The feline just scowls back, sending Meera's eyes dancing across the table. Lea had sit back down. Alura was busy with the human girl. Anastasia was fluttering around. Cyria was too far away, Sasara was too far away....and (Perhaps VERY luckily for the bound and gagged elf she'd tossed onto the floor beside her), the elf was already forgotten. That left...Drodjee and Johan. The orc, noticing the look, takes a half-step backwards, and before Johan can protest, Meera has reached out to grab his hand. In a split second, he finds his fingertips sinking between her lips, the embarrassed catgirl chewing on them softly. It doesn't hurt by any means - her teeth were much like a human's own, save for the slightly larger canine teeth of her upper and lower jaw - and the sensation of Meera's tongue exploring over his fingertips was...pleasant. Perhaps a little too pleasant. The softness of that dexterous little tongue flitting between his fingers, easing between them to lightly lap the skin that connected to his palm was enough to ignite the imagination of where that tongue could be put to use in OTHER places.<br/><br/>The heat of her mouth was equally as pleasant, causing the saliva that soon drenched his fingertips to become all the more warm "Mmph..gosh...w-wuld uoo weally anna?" She says around her mouthful, eyeing Lea but never quite meeting her gaze. Even Alura had said she wanted to watch, and...and...ooohhhh gods, it was so embarrassing! Seemingly without even realizing it, Meera's grip shifts from Johan's wrist to his elbow, and with a little tug that forces him to half-lean towards her, pulls his arm closer. Johan can immediately feel his fingers - and soon, his palm - sliding along the slightly-padded expanse of Meera's saliva-coated tongue, until they press right into the back of her mouth. Another little tug, and his fingers angle downwards, squeezing right into the top of her throat, tightly enough he can vaguely make out the movement of his fingers in her slender neck. The difference in her mouth and throat was like night and day - it was still immensely soft and warm, and the slimy slickness that encapsulated his fingers was both enticing and exciting...but the sheer STRENGTH of her throat was surprising. It was no wonder the half-elf had only traveled one-way into the seemingly innocent feline's innards - the force with which her throat gripped Johan's fingers left them squished tightly together, not painfully so, but certainly enough to make one wonder how much practice she'd had to GET that strong.<br/><br/>Tina continues her little dance around the table, putting drinks down in front of everyone as if watching someone's hand get eaten and all the talk of digestion was simply second nature, hardly something to phase her. She does pause briefly when Sasara speaks up about 'digesting her', though it never draws the bright smile from her face "Me? Oh, I'm not on the menu..." She says, again as if it was something she'd said a dozen times before "...There's a different menu for um...'permanent' meals. A bit more expensive than bacon and eggs. Well, alot more. Still, plenty of people go for it." Leaning over, she places the last mug in front of Cyria, the tart, tangy scent of grapes and alcohol rising from it "And one Sangria! That should finish it up, and if any of you need ANYTHING else, please let me know! You've got a tab started at the bar. If you choose a room, it will be added to it. Please do not forget to pay before you leave!" Cyria's continued questioning of Tia - mainly, her breasts - leaves the little human girl giggling softly, her arms coming together before her on either side of her breasts causing them to squeeze together, bulging up enough that it seems like they'll pop out of her top at any moment. Sadly, though, it never comes to pass "No, haha. No patrons. I've never eaten anyone, actually! We're not allowed to eat customers - there's 'entertainers' for that! Gotta have practice. What'd happen if I ate someone and couldn't cough them back up? Is bad for business! Plus, I doubt I'd even be able to get anyone down. Normal food is fine by me! I'm just...well, they're not THAT big, are they?" She asks, gazing down at the soft, supple mounds of her breasts and the gratuitous cleavage between "Must be the water." She continues with another little giggle, eventually taking her platter and hugging it against her chest, hiding the enticing view from sight.<br/><br/>Alura's own compliment and suggestion draws an even larger smile from the pretty, young woman, a slight hint of color rising in her cheeks "Oh, well thank you! I do pride myself on excellent service! A-and..." She pauses, her lips pursing slightly as if considering the fairy's offer "I...I mean...I've always wondered what it would FEEL like. I couldn't ask that though! B-but, I mean...y-you'd just...LET me...?" She says quizzically, tilting her head to the side "...It'd...be fun, I think. I dunno if I could even manage, though. Sides, I'd get in trouble if anyone told...w-while I'm on duty, anyway..." Her pretty eyes practically bore a hole in Alura, as if she was toying with the thought in her mind. After a few seconds, she begins to chew lightly on her lower lip, before casting a glance over her shoulder at the woman behind the bar. A split second later, and her eyes are once more glued to Alura "I...I mean...I've always wanted to try, and..." She stops again, as it not quite wanting to say exactly what was on her mind. Alura could read it easily enough though - the girl was interested, even if she was unsure if she was capable.<br/><br/>Largely ignoring Johan's peril and maid serving them, Anya scoots her chair close enough to Cyria to lean against the bulk of her abdomen, a happy sigh escaping her lips "Well, another successful day...if not a successful mission. Still, from what you all said, it's lucky to even made it back. Might not be getting paid, but at least everyone is safe. There's that. And, of course, most importantly..." No longer having to contend with walking AND rubbing, Cyria once more finds Anya's hands upon her abdomen, first stroking across the tougher, more chitinous portions...before her fingers nimble work their way around them, stroking the far softer flesh beneath, massaging the drider's full belly. She was generally adverse to eating innocents, but someone who was perfectly content with robbing and killing or eating them all? That was a whole different story.<br/><br/>Leaning her head against Cyria', she lightly works her cheek back and forth, stimulating the tiny hairs that covered her more spiderlike half, all while those fingers set to work stroking, massaging the heavy bulge of the still-mobile lizardess contained within "...you got a treat. How's that feel...?" Nestling herself a little more fully beneath one spindly leg, Anya renews her efforts, her fingertips so gentle, yet rubbing so deep, caressing the shifting bulge of the slowly-digesting bandit inside of Cyria's belly.<br/><br/><br/>((Inside Cyria...))<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">"Nngh..." Even breathing was starting to be an effort - the air was growing stale - but somehow Jutii had a feeling it would not run out in enough time for her to not experience her own digestion to the fullest. Well, she was still alive, and that meant...there was still a chance to escape!<br/><br/>The slimy walls that surrounded her, constantly dripping a steady supply of sticky digestive acids, had foiled her various attempts to push her way free of the drider's stomach...but she could FEEL the poison slowly starting to wear off, could feel a slight amount of strength returning to her limbs. Just in time too - the little 'tingle' that had spread across her body was slowly starting to turn into a burning sensation, not entirely unlike a slight sunburn. It made her skin and scales itch, but every time she reached to scratch them, she recoiled slightly - she felt...tender. Everywhere. Just a bit of oversensitivity, but enough to be unpleasant.<br/><br/><br/>No! Damnit, she was NOT going to end up as some spider's dinner! Not when the spider should be in HER stomach, not the other way around!<br/><br/>Shakily pushing herself up onto her hands and knees - Cyria can FEEL her pressing against the top of her stomach, straining to keep herself upright - Jutii takes another deep breath and prepares herself. She was sure the entrance to the stomach was...right in front of her, right? Yeah. That's where it was. She'd had time to catch her breath, and now - while the spider was reveling in her victory, entirely unprepared for her food to come surging back up - was the perfect time to strike!<br/><br/>Had to make this one count!<br/><br/>One...<br/><br/>Two...<br/><br/>Aaand...!<br/><br/><br/>"YAH!" Throwing herself forwards, Jutii wiggles desperately, trying to find the entrance to Cyria's stomach. Little did she know in the ever-shifting darkness, she'd not aimed toward the 'front' of Cyria's body...but the side. Mashing her face and bare breasts against the slimy, acid-covered interior of the drider's belly, she pushes for all she's worth, her tail pressing against the other side in an effort to force herself out. Nothing.<br/><br/>She strains for a few seconds, before - with a defeated whimper - sinks back to the bottom of Cyria's interior, her legs curled up against one side of the drider's stomach, and her face, shoulders, and breasts squashed tightly up against the other, leaving her bare belly to bathe in the ever-growing pool of digestive acids forming beneath her "L..let me out...!"</div></div></div><br/><br/>The sudden flurry of activity inside of Cyria was nothing short of heavenly. The lizardess had already clearly weakened to the point she could not hurt Cyria from the inside, and her struggles were hardly enough to upset her stomach. To the contrary...it felt amazing. The sensation of the smooth scales that covered her tail, shins, and forearms grinding against her insides was enough to make her legs twitch involuntarily, and the softer, smoother, humanlike flesh of her face, breasts, belly, and shoulders squirming against the softness of her insides left her head cloudier than any alcohol ever could.<br/><br/>The added sensation of Anya's fingertips dexterously caressing her lizardess-filled abdomen, and the trials and tribulations of the day practically MELTED away.