OOC: Okay. I've done most of what I wanted to do. There's one thing I want to do in detail, and then it's Rayns turn.<br/><br/>"Okay, for a limited time only, hotdogs... or should I say, hot-wolves." Ptricia laid out a pack of pre-split hot-dog rolls. She held up a bottle. "With plenty of mustard."<br/><br/>Over the next 20 minutes, various Rayns found out what it was like to be eaten piece by piece as a hotdog, role play as the sacrifice to the volcano god (other Rayns being the acolytes that threw her by her hands and feet off the edge of the bed into Ptricia's waiting maw, and slide down a one way waterslide.<br/><br/>Finally, the last Rayn stood there all alone, looking up at the mouth that had been the last resting place for all her sisters.<br/><br/>"I think you'll like this, I know I will." Ptricia said, bringing out a lolly stick with a pointed end. "You're going to be dessert."