Belial's body ached after all the events that had transpired, gradually sitting up with a low groan. The tiefling was still very messy from earlier, cum leaking out of them as they righted themselves.<br/>They idly rubbed their sore muscles, peering out and taking in their surroundings before settling on Verzanth. Through the fog of their tired mind, Belial put back together what had happened. Considering their options, they eyed Verzanth stepping out of the pool while her tail tip lazily flicked back and forth.<br/>"Yes, your highness" Belial politely offers, voice raw from their own use as well as Verzanth's. Though the tiefling physically didn't want to get up, their disgust at being so dirty and sticky drove them to comply.<br/><br/>Bathing soothed Belial's sore body, and she was glad to be clean. They scrubbed themselves thoroughly, both out of trying to get clean as well as giving them time to think and plan ahead. The tiefling recognized their luck in talking and seducing their way out of being slaughtered, but pondered the cost. Would working for the dragon be so bad? Would they be stuck here? What would happen if Belial was to leave and never return? Belial simply didn't have enough information, and dragons are so fickle that Verzanth might just pick Belial up and eat them at any given moment, or simply not care enough to chase after them any longer.<br/><br/>The smell of the feast reaching her and reminding her of her empty stomach drove her out of the water. Rising up out of the water and wringing their hair out, Belial did their best to slick the water off of themselves before putting back on their clothes, surprised at their mended state. The tiefling pulled on their pants, socks, and boots before speaking as they began lacing up their corset and stepping over to the feast.<br/>"My queen, what do you wish to talk about?" Belial continued to give their respectful tone of voice to Verzanth.