Rirato's World of Bones RP.

[Hairhyn]

“Much better. Mhm.”
She could feel his rock hard phallus, standing. Hot and with a feel of pulsing veins underneath. The touch makes him shudder and thrust his hips slightly forward, driven by pure instinct.

Walking among stalls where women groan and slowly boil doesn’t make his arousal lessen, so eventually Luth just shifts the hellhound so that it’s legs and tail would cover man’s front, so not to attract too much attention.

Luth leaned closer to her ear, whispering.

“Not catch. Just arrange a little date between it and lovely guardslady, who will meet us there. By the way, almost forgot. I’ve got something for you!”

With a mischievous grin, he lowered a hand below the belt and fished out a single shell. The one reveived at the gate for “buying something pretty”.

“Buy yourself something to eat, while I’m selling.”

Indeed, upon finding some place that sold anything but girlmeat, he would approach the salesman with a deal. And maybe also ask her where the nearest privy is.

[Riraito]

The cheapest of all the stalls is offering a cut price deal for one of their Lunchtime specials; the girl that you saw just go on to boil not too long ago. They must've been doing her pretty rare and on a high heat, because she's already fully cooked. The Merchant has just lifted her dripping red meatbody from the pot and rested it in the most attractive pose she could, to better attract customers.

There are probably better options in the alley than this, The body of the girl in question wasn't the leanest, the extra fat would have made an excellent crispy roast, but boiled, it wasn't really being used to its potential. If only the girl had exercised a little more in life, then she could have been twice as delicious as she is.. Although by the smell, she's plenty delicious and filling.

Other stalls are selling young girl-Veal cuts and tender slow cooked woman-mutton that the sign promised was cooked alive over 2 full days. but all of them are just a little too pricey for one shell.
Ora could try to bargain them down if she wanted... but these salesgirls looked pretty cut-throat with their competition, there's probably not much Ora could could haggle down to. Her rumbley stomach needed to be fed sometime.

"Ah, you Dark haired brown girl, who's tummy is making all that noise... Fresh Girlmeat... just cooked this minute, piping hot. only one shell for a hungry busy girl like you. Seeing as you're first, you get to choose the cut. Tell me what juicy part you want on your Gourdplant Tortilla, and I'll cut you a double portion at no extra cost..."

The empty face of the dead teenager stares blankly up at you, her mouth ajar like she's waiting for a kiss, and her legs spread like they're waiting for dick. A thick steam wafting and carrying her delightfully rich smell over to Ora.

[Lyanna]

If he wanted to take her right here, Ora would probably allow it without question; her eyes light up with excitement at what she has just done. Still, she does not overstep her bounds. Her arousal is plainly obvious but will have to wait. Even her hunger and the pain of her battered body do not diminish it.

Hands clutch the shell tightly when he hands it to her, as though it were the most important thing in the world. A huge grin spreads across her face. "Thank you!" She begins searching for something, a good deal on some delicious girlmeat. With the risk of being picked up as a vagabond though, she is reluctant to stray too far from Luth and ultimately the vendor hawking the newly-roasted girl wins her over with that pitch.

"Oh, I'd like a cut of thigh please."

Even boiled, that fatty tissue sounds superb right now. She holds out her hand to offer the shell.

[Riraito]

The Merchant smiles gently at Ora and takes the shell eagerly.
She raises her cleaver high and brings it down on the boiled girl's thigh with a rough hack, sheering off a long strip of scrumptious looking thighmeat. But something was horribly wrong. The ruddy face of the girl contorted outwards as the sudden addition of violent pain woke her up from her unconsciousness. Her eyes bulged blindly further open, and shaking from side to side as if looking, even though white cauls covered them. Her mouth opened wide and emitted a hellish scream, her tongue protruding thickly and wetly to its length. The bundled meat convulsed as it stretched upwards, reaching out and grabbing Ora by the loincloth with its warm, moist, scarlet hand, pulling it to the side as the doomed teenager made one last failed attempt at survival.

Perhaps she should have gone on the boil for a little longer?

The merchant grabs the sack of struggling girlmeat by its outstretched neck and with a few quick messy hacks roughly hews the squirming 0irl's beet red head from her body. There is a quick squirt of steaming blood that the girl's still-beating heart pumps out her severed carotid arteries and it splashes over Ora's face and breasts. Her young head rolls across the counter top towards Ora, and she cannot help but instinctively catch it, as it tumbles into her exposed crotch. she tucks the head, still pointlessly opening and closing its mouth to scream hard, into her nethers, then it remains still.

Ora can't help but muse that the last thing that poor girl must've experienced on earth was the taste of her sopping wet pussy.

The girls body jerks one last time and collapses with its but high in the air, still leaking sanguine fluids.
""Sorry about that maam... guess she was a bit undercooked..... but ... I guess that just means she'll be nice and juicy rare."
She finishes wrapping up Ora's thigh-meat, and hands it over to her...
"Tell you what, you're next one's half-off."

In the distance she can hear Luth calling out to her, as he strides boldly towards the exit to the alleyway.
"Come on Slowpoke..." He chides. "If you take all day, there won't be any time left for fucking."
If only he'd not been facing back towards Ora, he might have noticed the pile of sticky bones by the exit... If only he'd been paying attention properly, he might have noticed the wiggly green sacks attached the the roofing just outside the Alley. Or the long pink tongue that slithered down to meet him.

[Lyanna]

Well, that was unexpected! Ora shrieks at the hand suddenly grabbing at her loincloth. She's still crying out when the butcher expertly handles the situation; it probably doesn't help that this results in Ora being splattered with blood and a still-living head pressed up to her dripping pussy. She quickly tosses it back on the table and shudders, quite clearly shaken by the whole affair. So much so that she doesn't dare question the admittedly questionable customer service she receives.

"Uhhhh... yeah. Thanks."

She quickly takes the extra-rare meal and begins to munch on it on her way back to Luth. The extra chewing required barely seems to slow her down. Luth's words certainly don't; her eyes glimmer with excitement at the thought of actually getting him in bed. That is distracting enough that she is oblivious to any danger.

[Riraito]

As the slimy tongue of a Venus Mantrap slithers down towards Luth the Red... it heaves and puckers as it shits out the sticky skeleton of the girl that had previously occupied its warm stomach sac. The goopy remains showering over Luth are the first sign he gets that something is terribly wrong.

The infestation has been there a while... every time the city guard has sent in a junior member to burn it out, they've ended up with one less guard on the payroll. The merchants haven't seen fit to complain about it. with thousands of girls rolling through the alley daily, losing one or two a month really doesn't seem that urgent. After all, they all know only to move past them when they're full and wiggling. If they see still bones inside its thick green skin, its better to let somebody else walk past first. You never know when it'll decide to make room for seconds. After all, a well-fed Mantrap can take weeks to finish digesting its food.

The Venus Mantrap latches onto Luth viciously, around his throat, jerking the muscle-bound barbarian up off his feet. The Hellhound falls from his shoulder as he reaches up to try to remove the vice from choking the life out of him. He kicks boldly as it lifts him towards the creature's widening pink sucker maw. His erection remains hard, courtesy of his asphyxiation, pushing up this loincloth, even as he pees through it, a dribble of urine splashing against the unnoticed bones under his feet; victims that should have alerted him to the danger had he been more observant.

Luth's face turns a peculiar shade of purple while he convulses fast, trying to shake the beast from him. There are five of six pods above him, most already filled with the writhing outlines of doomed girls, their breasts and faces stretching the outside walls of the Mantraps as they tried futilely for escape. He can hear them screaming inside their sacs above the din of the crowds. Most of the plants are full, but some of them have gone still, carrying only the thin outlines of digested bones, ready to be expelled.

"Ooorrraaaaa........ Hee....lp...... meee.: the barbarian gasps in a hoarse whisper, the most he can manage between pathetic grunts and groans. Tears streaming uncontrollably down his broad face. His tongue protrudes thickly from between his lips. He swings in the air as the tongue slowly lifts him up to be eaten. The chances of Ora getting into Luth's loincloth are fast diminishing.

The plant's salivating mouth descends to welcome his slick struggling body into its whole.

[Lyanna]

It doesn't take Ora long to realize something is wrong. A bone crunches underfoot and she looks down only to hear Luth's cries. By the time she realizes what's going on he has already started to rise off the ground. "Luth!" she cries out and grabs at him, getting a hold of his waist and trying to climb up his body. She presses in to him while she moves past that throbbing shaft; even now she shudders at its touch, but it's no good to her unless she can reach... there! She begins to claw at the tentacle, trying to dig her nails in and discourage it from this particular prey.

[Riraito]

Ora clings to Luth as the plant draws him in, somehow oblivious to the mortal danger she's placed herself in. she claws a the tentacle, and to her surprise it loosens, giving Luth breathing room. It's working Ora thinks to herself... "Oh god's its working..."
And it is....
until a shitty skeleton is excreted directly behind Ora's frantically struggling body. And as it splatters to the compressed dirt floor of boiling girl alley, she understands that the next Tentacle is hers.
It pries Ora off of Luth by her exposed throat, and then they were both dangling by their necks, as the Plants readied them for consumption. Ora screamed hoarsely, which then turned into a choking gurgle as her face reddened. Her hands, grasping at anything to pull her away, dislodge Luth's Loincloth, freeing his erection, now larger than ever thanks the the sudden asphyxiation. Whether it was the sudden feel of the wind on his cock, or the look on Ora's struggling, moaning face, or just the air being choked from his body, nobody knows... but something set Luth over the edge right then and there, and his rock hard cock began to ejaculates, squirting sticky wads of cum over Ora's face and titties. droplets landed in her hair, her open mouth and peeled eyes. The white baby batter stood out against her freckled tawny skin. As the Mantrap's pink gluttonous mouth sucked his head into the beast, his cock began to soften and he peed and shit himself in short staccato squeezes. The mouth ate him whole, and soon enough, his fantastic prick slit up into the hungry monster plant, and his twitching feet followed...

It took a minute for the screaming to start.
It would take weekss to fully dissolve Luth the Red, and for most of that he would be alive and conscious.
There was a certain sense on irony about it all. After the acid had burned away his cock and balls, worked its way up into his posterior, flayed his face, cooked hie eyeballs and released his intestines...
finally, then, and only then, would he live up to his moniker.

Ora still hung under the plant, its own tentacle wrapped around her, teasing at her nipples as it grappled its way around more of her...

Then it started to reel her in.

[Lyanna]

Overcome by lust, Ora did not think this through. For a moment there appears to be some hope. Will it relinquish Luth?

Then bones clatter to the ground behind her. She knows what it means but before she can even react a tentacle whips around her throat and she's yanked back. In short order she is the one in need of rescue, and the splatter of Luth's cum against her body is a cruel taunt. For a moment she claws at the plant's tongue, wheezing for air and face darkening. Ora tries to cry out but a whimper is all that she can manage. "Don't panic", she tells herself. As her vision blurs she quickly works Luth's loincloth in to a loop and swings it down to try and hook the hellhound beneath her. If she manages to succeed, she hoists it up with all her might; with luck she can use that bladed tail to shred that tongue and make her escape.

[Riraito]

The loincloth comes frustratingly close to the Hellhounds spiny tail. If Luth had been but a little less muscly and had a little more fat on him, the loincloth might have reached. Instead, it remains tantalisingly close... but it may as well be a million miles away for all the good it will do Ora. With a slurping sound, the great pink maw descends to devour her.. It slurps and seeks for human flesh to devour... anything to sate that eternal hunger for only a brief time. If she does nothing, then this will be her fate. She'll go up into the Venus Mantrap and never be seen alive again, only as a struggling screaming lump hanging and digesting, and then as a pile of bones shit back out beside those of Luth the Red.

Then, as if by some miracle, an opportunity for survival too good to be true came along. A distracted mother and her brood of rowdy children approach. The mother, looking up at you decides that the swampsac is safe to approach. She ignores your squeals for air, and shepherds her group of twenty or so children close by next to you. Just out of reach by any slippery plant tongues, but just close enough for Ora to hook one of them with her Loincloth. The mother isn't going to tarry or wait around for any reason whatsoever, she has one baby suckling at her teat, and a whole lot of hungry children to feed, all running around, looking at the boiling girls on display, trying to decide which one they're going to try to convince their mother to buy for them to eat.

With her lungs on fire from a lack of oxygen, and her head swimming, with the plant so close to inhaling her, and all her other options taking too long to achieve... Ora has already committed too hard to using Luth's Loincloth..
It's do or die time for Ora.
Will she choose to throw away any shred of morality she has and try to catch and feed the Venus Mantrap a child in her place?
Or will she choose to do something else instead, and almost assuredly be digested alive over weeks of long agony.

[Lyanna]

Things are certainly not going to plan. Ora's tongue lolls out, gasping for air and her feet kick under her trying to find purchase. Dark skin gets darker, taking on a blue hue with that plant opening wide above her. She begins to panic; to be so close, to have gotten this far and then have it end this way; no!

"Calm... calm... think." she tells herself in her head. A possibility presents itself. She doesn't have time to consider questions of ethics or to weigh her chances. That pink flesh wriggles above her, eager to feast on her body. No time to think, she swings down the loincloth to try and hook a straggler; hoisting the child up and trying to propel her up in to that hungry plant.

[Riraito]

Ora hooks the straggling child around he thin little neck and lifts her up to her breasts. The dumb little kid has a look of utter surprise as she's lifted clean off her feet and deposited into her bosom. Desperately, she grabs the blonde child under the armpits and raises her above her head in front of the seeking pink extended maw. With a cute little squeak of absolute horror, the girl, realising too late what has happened, tries to run and escape, but her legs pinwheel in the empty air. The monstrous fetid flesh sack wiggles a little in anticipation of its juicy meal, and takes her in headfirst, slurping her up to Ora's hands in one gulp.

This was, it.. this was the moment... would the plant be satisfied with Ora's pitiful offering, or would it take her in deep too?

...


The giant green plant relaxed a little as it pushed the tiny female into its stomach proper.. then it slithered its tentacle tongue back up into itself, ready to begin digesting its meagre meal. Ora dropped to the ground next to the Hellhound corpse, raggedly gasping for breath, her face still blue.

From inside the sack came the most anguishing tantrum, that Ora had ever heard...

"Mommy... Get me out of here Mommy.. I don't like it in here... it smells funny."
The Venus mantrap began to shrink its enormous girth, to better constrain the wriggling junior.
"Mommy... It's squashing me Mommy... I don't want this... make it let me go."

down the alleyway, the girl's mother was busy rounding up her kids, and delivering them a lecture that'd serve them well.
"Do you see that girls? that's why you look where you're going. so stay close, or you'll end up like my stupid little Megan up there. And you don't want to digest in a pod plant now do you girls?" she chides.
"No Mommy, comes the chorus of girls, eager to take the lesson to heart after hearing Megan wail.
"Now, who's ready for some boiled girl?"
Her children cheer, and the family lines up at the stalls.
They may be young... but that offers no protection in the World of Bones, so lessons of this sort are take to heart readily, and the price of failing to learn is always death.

Ora quickly recovers her breath. The sound of the little girl that she has doomed torments her from above.
Her landing on the ground hadn't been too hard, she'd landed on the softest part of the Hellhound after all.

"Eeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww.... Mommmieeeeeee it's pouring all over me... it's sticky and groooosssss..."
Her face and tiny body now press up against the walls of the Venus Mantrap, squirming as it juices itself over her
Suddenly her cute little cries become a lot more serious as she container started to fill with weak acid.
"Mommyyyyyyy... It's hurting me... gods, it's in my pee-hole and up my bottom. Red stuff is coming out of me.... Moooooommmmmyyyyy."
The Plant really got kicking then. and the girl's screams joined those of Luth the Red, and a half-dozen other struggling, sobbing and screaming forms. All the Venus Mantraps were finally full, and that meant travel through this part of the village was unimpeded... at least for now... Who knows when they'd be hungry again.


Ora bundled up the Hallhound corpse on her shoulder quickly, and sidestepped out of the way of the Plant's deadly reach.

Ora looked out at Restaurant Alley... Her destination
To the left was the clanking hammers of the blacksmiths by the river, where it was easy to get water to quench the iron... and on the right, was the alley itself. A long row of Restaurants with delicious looking wares in fancy shop windows stretches away from Ora

The first one has a sign etched into the window with some kind of monster acid.. the lines are beautiful, and well spelled.
It says "Manly Vegatable Cafe" on it... and it looks like it serves a lot of Gourdplant paraphernalia.. pancakes, waffles, fritters, sorbets... even whole melons. They all look pretty fancily made though.

The next one seems to be pretty popular, even though the stall-front is half-the size of the last one. It reads in big bold writing over the windows. "Girlbrain Sorbet Stand. It's full of Villagers of all ages, tucking into the severed frozen open skulls of the unlucky. They poured coloured flavourings that matched the colour of the lipstick on the food, all over the brains as they tucked in. There were even some live ones in the open window, displayed so that they could attract customers with their wild shrieking.

Then further down was a Place called the Roasted Pleasure... It was the biggest, and certainly the most fancy... It didn't seem to have many customers.. but all the ones it did have.... well... they wore.... CLOTHES.
Such bright and fancy ones too
There were women with Bras and Skirts, dyed all kinds of colours... Ora had never seen opulence so great before.. To waste cloth on things other than a loincloth almost seemed sacriligious.. The people in there must have so many shells to afford all that clothing and food. In the front was a rotisserie set... one with a roasting woman, and the other with an already roasted Hellhound.

The last Restaurant at the end of the alley was a place called the Truffle'd Rump... and as far as you could see... all the waitresses... were... wait for this.. you'll never believe it... they were Men... And not just men... their uniform had suspenders that held up these tiny little sacks for their cocks to sit up in... and each of them was erect to his full length... They must've rubbed some good Bloodflower pheromones into them to keep em hard like that all day. They're bringing our all these trays of snacks - everything from Swampsac burgers, to Gourdplant beers, and Fried Dragonwings. The patrons are a rowdy mob, calling on men to get them more rounds... Some of them even reach out and grab the men by the cocks, and put shells in their loincloths...

Men working? Now Ora's seen everything.

[Lyanna]

The plan works... Ora drops down to the mound of bones and the hellhound beneath her, gasping for air and trembling in terror. It takes her a moment to get her bearings, but as soon as she does she grabs the hellhound and tosses it over her shoulders. She pushes through exhaustion and a pang of guilt at the little girl's cries, though that is eased by the mother's expected callousness about the fate of a straggler. Once she's safely out of the alleyways and back on track she takes the time to examine her surroundings.

A bath, fresh clothing, some medicine, some food... the girl has needs; the new bruises forming around her neck remind her she's had two brushes with death today and she is not eager to fare more poorly in a third should she be caught wandering around without a shell to her name. She keeps her eye out for any business that may be interested in buying a hellhound while also wondering how that man so nonchalantly carried the damn thing; it feels like a sack of stones. Her belly rumbling at the sight of these restaurants provides motivation to keep on pushing through.

Clothes... the type she'd be paid to protect in transit, but here actually worn. Men running around serving food with their shafts proudly jutting out. What a strange place this village is! For now, she looks to the Roasted Pleasure. They clearly sell Hellhound, perhaps they will purchase more from her?

[Riraito]

Ora enters the front doors of the Roasted pleasure, passing by the roasted corpse of a Hellhound rotating on a spit, displayed in the front window. Beside it, treated in exactly the same manner as the animal, it the slowly turning, browning meat of a young woman, seasoned and shown to attract customers. Their combined delicious smells wafts over Ora as she walks up to the Matre D.
She waits behind a small stand to greet the customers, wearing a custom made black loincloth, joined at the sides, her breasts raised and supported by a tube of black ribbon top instead of one of the fancy bras that some of the customers were sporting. It really was some kind of trendy place.
"How may I help you today Ma'am" she begins and then her face falls a little as she notices the Hellhound on Ora's shoulder.
"A Hunter hmm, Kitchen's around the back. Here let me show you the way Ma'am." and she leads Ora through the restaurant.

The place has several floors, each filled with seated diners, all laughing and joking as they consumed rich delicacies in gourmet sauces off their plates... Roasted creatures of all sorts were being carved up on their tables.

As they made their way towards the kitchens, the entertainment was brought out to the stage. A screaming, sobbing, petite brunette was brought out onto the central stage. As she was strung up spreadeagled, music started up from the wings, and the audience stared enthralled. A master pole dancer spun her way behind the fresh victim, showing off her limberness, and taut body. then as the music reached the crescendo, the opened the young girl's anus and unhooked the pole she had been dancing on, and rammed it up her asshole.
The short girl screamed shrilly as she danced up and down on the spit.
"No. No. No... take it out.. take IT OUT OF ME!!!!"
and then with a gurgling splutter the tip of the pole emerged from her mouth covered in red.

She slid down the length of the pole, thrashing until the chefs bound her arms and legs together, and carried her over to the hot coals in the center of the room where she was set up to start roasting. the room broke out in applause at the simple entertaining mastery of the pole, and then quietly resumed their dining.

"Devine yes? asks the Matre D as she guides Ora into the kitchen... we get most of them from the Orphanage.. but our Hellhound supplies are quite low.. We're quite glad you came actually."
Ora looks over at the twitching, crying, girl cooking over the low fire.
"Jeane is quite skilled at working with the pole, woldn't you say?"


She then put a hand on Ora's shoulder and ushered her over to a woman busy yelling at cooks busy preparing the sauces and sides for the feasts. Pots were boiling, some were being stirred quickly, and some senior cooks were peppering spices on golden-brown meats.

"I'd like to introduce you to the owner of the Roasted Pleasure, and our head chef... Melanie Portuer."

The stern faced lady looked Ora's tan skinned complexion up and down, and then briefly over at the Hellhound..
"Hmmmm." she thinks for a second appraisingly, then she quickly reaches over, and squeezes Ora by the breasts and cunt, before stepping back out of striking range..
"Good... good... Nice trim, not a lot of fat on her... but we can just use a little from our grease-trap to lather her up a little for flavour...?" she thinks to herself..
The Matre D looks a little perplexed for a moment.
"We'll pay 300 Shells for the sow... and 100 shells for the Hellhound... Now where's the huntress who bagged these two..."

The Matre D quickly interjects..
"Non non non... She is not for the table... she IS the huntress... I am veeeery sorrreey..."
Melanie looks a little disappointed..
"Such a shame, I thought she was from the recent batch of war slaves... she would have filled out Mistress Domet's reservation for tonight just nicely.

Ora's tummy rumbles reminding her that she very desperately needs to use the restroom, or a waterway, or somewhere private. If she doesn't find a place to go soon, then she may well end up voiding herself wherever she is when she can no longer hold it in. she crosses her legs, hopping up and down a little.

"Well, 100 shells for the beast seems fair then. And if you have any more, we'd be delighted to take them off your hands at a good price to. We're always looking for new and exotic tastes... What do you say dear?"

[Lyanna]

Such showmanship! It seems a bit excessive to Ora but she's hardly in a position to comment on it. Ostentatious displays like this one have been good to her... not as a client but as a provider of the tools needed to put them on. So it is today; she seems relieved when the maître d acknowledges her as a hunter but is clearly preoccupied. She puts on her best smile.

"A very impressive establishment, yes. Clearly you spare no expense."

The scent of the kitchen would have her stomach growling like a beast if she hadn't just eaten. For now she has other problems; Ora squeaks and jumps back when the cook begins groping her, a bit of a blush and an indignant look on her face.

"Excuse me!"

Thankfully the maitre d is quick to sort out the situation. Ora nods.

"Much as I appreciate you appraisal of me, I am indeed just here to sell the hound. A hundred shells will do and I'll remember this place for future catches. If you don't mind though, I do have one request; may I use your restroom and have a bit of water? It's been... a long journey, providing this beast for such a fine place as this."

[Riraito]

Melanie takes the Hellhound off Ora's hands, and passes over a coin pouch full of a hundred shells.
"Spend them wisely, its a small fortune for a hunter I know, but they go rather quickly when you don't ration them."

The Maitre D guides Ora upstairs to the Restrooms, and then leaves her. The toilets are a beautiful, made of marble and intricate carved wood, with wash basins and mirrors. Ora isn't sure if she's been anywhere nicer in her entire life.. the entire washroom spells of perfumes and flowers... nothing like most of the outhouses she's used to.
A wealthy woman walks past Ora as she's stunned by the opulence. Ora could tell she was wealthy by the fact that she was a little on the chubby side, and wore fine lingerie instead of the regular loin cloth. she shut and locked a stall door, and all Ora could see from beneath were two sets of feet spread on either side of some kind of seat as she let out a very loud womanly fart.

Ora walks into the last remaining stall and sits on the seat. It's some kind of elevated Wash closet. A place that you don't have to squat to do your business. It's all very fancy and foreign to the Tan skinned Ranger, but she's sure that she can make it all work properly. Not like the woman next to her who seems to have fallen into the water, by the sound of that splashing

As she relieves herself on the toilet, she listens in to the woman in the stall besides her... She seems to be straining? Maybe she had too much of that rich person's food to eat? Her toes curl beneath the divider... She groans a little and starts to kick and thrash...

It's at that moment that Ora realises that the woman is no longer going to the toilet... she's being eaten by something grotesque that's swum up through the pipes to consume her when she wasn't alert. The fat woman's legs jack-hammered wildly against the floor as there's a sizzling popping sound met with very muffled screams. The unseen beast lifts her up off the floor, and her legs, butt and pussy fly upside-down over the divider, and get sucked down into the monster with a disgusting glorping, slurping sound. The dim screams intensified and were accompanied by the terrifying sound of wet, desperate thrashing that slowly transformed into a laboured gurgling as the woman began to die. Shortly thereafter, a smoking, bloody skeleton clattered to the floor with a slimy little splatter.

Finally, a slippery beige tentacle crept over the top of the divider into your stall, already searching for its next victim.

[Lyanna]

Ora wastes no time getting in to the stall. There's a lot on her mind and she doesn't want this to be part of it. The relief when she starts to go is so great that she doesn't notice the apparent difficulties in the stall next to her until things get especially strange. Ora's eyes go wide and a burst of surprised piss leaves her before halting abruptly; this is not a safe place to be and with the speed of someone who's already had a couple brushes with death today she grabs her loincloth and the coinpurse slung to it and bolts out of the stall while the unfortunate woman is still being devoured.

At least she doesn't feel the same sense of urgency about her biological needs but she'd rather be just about anywhere else. She quickly departs the bathroom and flags down one of the staff.

"You've got something living in your restroom; it just ate one of your customers."

[Riraito]

"Oh dear" begins the Matre D, that's the third Swampsac "that's gotten in the pipes this month alone." she motions to a mercenary leaning arms crossed against the rear of the restaurant. "Take care of it for me, you might want to take a mop too, those Swampsacs can be pretty messy eaters."

The armed mercenary picks up her spear and a mop, and enters the bathroom . Ora can hear the sounds of exertion from inside the lavatory, as the private warrior engages in her clean-out effort.

The Matre D returns her dignified gaze to Ora. "Now, thank you for your assistance with our kitchen, and now for letting us know about our bathroom incident... the Roasted Pleasure thanks you for your discretion, but I must insist that you be on your way now. Our establishment prides itself on its dress-code, and we cannot have your unkempt appearance making customers think our standards have fallen. Please feel free to return when you have bathed, and aquired some more... fitting attire."

She guides Ora back down the stairs past the roasting girl on the central cooking pit, and back out to the decoratively gilded front doors. The brunette on the spit has already turned beet red over the flickering fire. and it wouldn't be long before she was a golden brown like the ones in the window. She screams into the metal rod, her teeth scraping along its length, as sweaty juices sip from her pores and drip from her roasting body. her puckered anus squeezes against the other end of the pole as it slips inside her when she struggles. It looks like an agonising way to die to Ora. But that's the fate of the homeless or orphaned in Genkysou village.

Ora walks out into the street with a jingling at her hip, a full stomach, and an empty bladder. The sun is high in the cloudless blue sky, and she has money in her coin-purse, and the bitter remains of adrenaline in her veins. Her skin is still caked in dirt and grime from the forest, but there's a grin on her face.

After all, shopping awaits.

[PlasmaTech225]

(Whoops, when I hit 'quote', I thought it'd go to PMs)

[Lyanna]

Ora takes a moment to catch her breath, grateful someone else is handling the restaurant's pest problem. Given her experiences here so far, she doesn't need to be told twice to be on her way and thanks the Maitre'D before briskly heading back out in to the streets.

The size of this place has its advantages, but she can't help but feel that it lets all sorts of monsters get inside the walls. She wants to be prepared. There's still the chance she could try and catch that mimic later at the tavern but first... she backtracks towards the general store they found earlier. Of course this time she's going to check the alleys quite carefully before moving through them, ensuring any lurking mantraps are busy with a victim. Her earlier experience is not one she wants to repeat. Assuming she can find a safe route she pushes open the door, clutching her coinpurse as though her life depends on it...