*Tiavano slunk into her quarters, filled with most of the people she'd met today, her movements very snake like and elegant, yet still with that charming bounce and jiggle demanded by the engorged curves of her figure, with a whip of her golden rod, she removed her dress, and dawned a lighter gown of solely red for sleeping as she crawled into bed in a very lizard esq fashion, not on hands and knees but on hands and feet, utilizing a surprising amount of dexterity despite her swollen girth, before she nestled down over that huge blubbery belly of hers and wrapped a thick blanket over her form, enjoying the squirming of her giant rear, and the soft pawing in her blubbery middle, keeping her golden rod tucked under her ample breasts.*<br/><br/>*she simply enjoyed the viscous noise of the sloshing in her massive ass cheeks, their liquid filling churning away at Rannor, like a huge pair of well filled water balloons, whenever he moved into one cheek the other would expand with digestive fluids and he himself would be well coated as a result, this repeated with every moment of his struggling, and the dragon loved how he felt trapped in her bulbous backside, unable to free himself, struggling until his fate was sealed.*