<span style="font-weight: bold">Anita</span><br/><br/>It isn’t long after Aiyaka’s set out, that the tigeress is looking at me, long tongue licking her lips, evaluating my potential as a midafternoon snack. Even… even if she thinks she’s one of these monsters, its pretty clear that some of them are looking at Aiyaka as food, not a friend - if monsters even have such. Demurely, the tigeress slips away to… deal… with the remains of the arachne. I’m not shedding any tears for her, but still… the sounds of her eventual fate only make me more determined to avoid going down anything’s throat.<br/><br/>It leaves me in the care of the Kari, settling onto her tum, to a slight increase in Simona’s protests as the heavy monsteress settles onto her. Her glances at me are no less speculative, if a little sexier, and I try hard to ignore the temptation of her bare and enticing breasts - and the paralysis that would ensue should I suckle on them. Either monsterwoman would, I’d no doubt, be more than willing to carry me home in a warm, wet place should I succumb to the temptation. In truth, from the waist up, the Kari is exceedingly beautiful - but her toothed lower mouth, and the stomach just behind, was terrifying… even if Simona didn’t seem to be suffering in there… it was only because it was also her flower that made it at all enticing…<br/><br/>“I- I’m supposed to stay with you, Cyra,” I told her. Them. “You and Resha. Um. If I can call you that.” I blushed. “I’m Anita - but you probably already knew that.” Maybe if they knew my name, they’d be less likely to devour me. Since they knew me as a person. “I’m a pretty good forager,” I added, as they mentioned seeds. “I’ll help any way I can.” I wanted to be helpful. As something more than dinner. “Um…” I trailed. I didn’t want to risk… but I couldn’t just do nothing… “Simona’s good that way, too…” I continue - choosing to stick with Cyra, who still… had… her meal, rather than pursue the soon-to-be-hungry tigeress Resha.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Aiyaka</span><br/><br/>It’s the work of a moment to scamper up and over the stone wall, and into the long grass of the neglected lawn on the far side. Somewhat more cautious effort sees Aiyaka safely past the girltrap plant, and on towards the manor. It’s almost trivial to slip up to the manor itself, and peek through the lead-lined windows. The interior is dimly lit, stark contrast to the bright day outside. Four girls occupy the room, and to Aiyaka’s surprise she recognises them - the four girls who escaped you earlier in the day.<br/><br/>“-knew you’d gotten us lost, Ishidora,” the catgirl-guardswoman snapped. “Or<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>. You wanted to come this way in the first place, didn’t you, Ishidora! Since exploring is your<span style="font-style: italic">talent!</span>”<br/><br/>“Stop!” The mousegirl squeaks, adorably. She’s mouthwateringly cute, too… it’s hard to understand how the guard catgirl can resist just gobbling her up. The presence of witnesses might have something to do with it. “Just stop! I can’t bear it, fighting amongst ourselves when poor Grozdana was-” she gulps back a sob.<br/><br/>“We’ll be safer here tonight, Marija,” Ishidora says, calm despite the shouting, “and with a known starting point, I can easily guide us home tomorrow. Unless you want to be out there in the dark, Katina.?”<br/><br/>“I didn’t<span style="font-style: italic">say</span>that,” the catgirl-guard replies.<br/><br/>The mousegirl whimpers. “It’s spooky in here - and it smells funny. I don’t want to sleep here - it’d feel better to leave<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>.”<br/><br/>“Hush, sweetie,” the voice reeks of sex, the slow seduction of will - by process of elimination, the remaining girlgatherer. She’d been tall, you recall vaguely, not dressed in the finest of equipment - though her ass had been first class. “However she got us here-” there’s bite Resha would envy in the words “-Ishidora’s right about staying. We have to, and it’s just one night.” She pauses, and a risked glance shows her slowly rubbing the mousegirl’s shoulders. “I know,” she says, as if the thought has just occurred to her, “why don’t you share my room tonight. Don’t worry,” she murmurs, “I’ll protect you.”<br/><br/>It’s a blatant extortion of sex, if not more, but Marija is far too terrified to refuse. “T-thank you,” she stammers, squeezing back between the other woman’s ample breasts. “You’re a good friend Vesele.”<br/><br/>Aiyaka can practically hear the woman smirking.<br/><br/>“What was that!?” Ishidora and Katina blurt, practically in unison - and Aiyaka hears footsteps approaching the window - and Resha, leaping nimbly over the Manor’s garden wall. “It’s the tigeress from before! They must have followed us - found us - lock the door! - and hide!”<br/><br/>Aiyaka can hear them leaping to action - though it might be possible to reach the manor’s main door before they do...<br/><br/>OOC: Resha has not yet spotted that she’s been spotted - but Aiyaka can indicate it to her if she wishes.