"Of course." Xarces chimes in as he hurries along to catch up with Naomi. Coming to this place, a well known establishment within the very college they both attended was more then a little distracting to them. Though as the door opens, as they are greeted by the form of a writhing tum, Xarces refocuses on the mission at hand. (That's right....within one of these stomachs....rests a girl in need of rescue.)<br/><br/>Xarces motions to Clif to keep up as it seems the image of the female's belly had only unnerved the lad further. This of course was nothing compared to the reaction he feels as they are led to an open wood-paneled room. Clif's eyes growing wide, heart racing, as breath quickens. A bead of cold sweat drips down the side of his face as his skin grows pale white. All of the sounds of digestion flooding into his senses, the images of bulging stomachs, which he knew to contain men such as those unfortunates he heard down below, or worse...men such as he and Xarces.<br/><br/>Xarces offers him a hard elbow in the side "Snap out of it, we've a job to do!" he hisses just over a whisper. To Xarces the sights where nothing new, more then anything he scowls at the lone remaining stockboy, cowering, whimpering in the corner. Realizing now why the training was so important, so costly and sought after, what a world of difference it made in behavior. (Such a display will get you no-where....save the warm and comforting embrace of an actively digesting belly......) A small part of him felt sympathy though, for he knew the man didn't know any better....but now of course was not the time to focus on such a trivial element in the room. Focusing on a neglected meal, when his eyes need be wondering the squirming tummies presented to him. Searching for signs of abnormality, (Which one could it be?....all of these women seem to be contently stuffed with weakly wriggling males.....) he assesses thus far. His eyes flit to Naomi, and the one who led them here, knowing the one in need of assistance would be revealed to him.