<span style="font-weight: bold">Sasara</span><br/><br/>“Mmm,” Sasara hums, as the entirely<span style="font-style: italic">tasty</span>waitress approaches their table. “Hello cutie. As you can see,” she slaps her gurgling tail-tum against the floor, drawing a weak moan from the digesting Ambril, “I’ve already had my dinner,” her smile is slow, and dominated by her fangs, “but I’m open for dessert. It’s so nice to come to an establishment that offers such things in a civilized manner,” she pauses. “How much to<span style="font-style: italic">digest</span>you?”<br/><br/>“Oh, well, nevermind,” Sasara continues. “I doubt you can compete with free,” she says, as she spots the elegant, pretty Idonae approaching. “She’s sssso tasssty,” she hisses, eyes narrowing into slits, forked tongue flickering over her lips. “Why couldn’t you have been female?” She thumps her belly. “Idonae doesn’t like getting intimate with men. But you could ssstill come and have a ssseat,” Sasara continues in a siblant hiss, squirming sideways to offer her tail - complete with weakly wriggling meal - as a bench seat for the new arrival. “Ssshe’sss not afraid to visssit a nagasss ssstomach,” Sasara comments archly to the fey sisters.