<span style="font-weight: bold">Lamya</span><br/><br/>Feeling some hint of progress, I continue to writhe and thrash, churning the stomach-acids around me into a frothy foam that begins to coat every last one of my scales. Even in the dimly-lit darkness of a tum, I can tell they make a lovely shine, so cleaned... but I'm still determined to escape. I don't even like the foul-mouthed, foul-bellied mutt who oh-so-casually gulped me down, and I'm not going to make it pleasant for him. Not in the least...<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/299819">http://orokos.com/roll/299819</a>m… total 0, plus 'forceful' +2 … result is +2