When you arrive, your predator turns around to lay on her back and watch as imprints of a buizel come and go. She also rubs her tummy, making the damp, soft walls embrace you more. You can hear her voice surround you, loud and muffled, "You're going to be in me for a while and I'm not barfing you up. Did you have more of those spray things on you? I don't want to turn you into a smelly brown pile. You're too kind and taste great."
