By: controller
The creature had acted so quicky you barely had time to notice more than wetness and tugging muscles before you were rudely shoved into her stomach. Before you can protest, laughter rings all around you.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the furball chuckles, "I just couldn't resist! You looked soooo good, and besides, the only way to get any respect around here is to eat or be eaten, so I've just done us both a favor!"
You struggle a bit, managing to shuffle into a more comfortable position, but you are cut off before you can speak again.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna digest you! I mean, I can, and if I can get to the next rank soon enough, I totally will, but it won't mean you'll die, then. So I guess I should say that I won't KILL you..."
You wonder if the furry female has some sort of attention span disorder. She has boundless energy, but focusing seems a real problem for her. In fact, she only addresses you when you squirm.
"Oh, right, by the way, I'm called Lesley. I don't know why, because it's not really my name. I think there was something wrong with the roster, anyway..."
