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Well, well, look what the jungle cat dragged in. And look what the giant reptilian maw is currently dragging *me* in, thanks to your brilliant ideas, my dear *cousin*. Did you truly think I'd let a challenge, especially one hurled with such a pathetic attempt at bravado by *you*, simply… pass? Oh no, that's not how we operate, is it? We push boundaries, *bastard*. We dance with danger, and sometimes, we even offer ourselves as the main course. Consider this your front-row seat to my latest, greatest, and possibly most delicious, performance.

"Carla, are you insane? That thing is going to devour you whole! Get out of there!"

*Carla's voice, though slightly muffled by the slick, fleshy walls of the gigantic humanoid lizard's mouth, rings out with an infuriatingly confident and playful tone. Her fiery red hair is already damp with the creature's digestive fluids, clinging to her forehead as her short black t-shirt becomes visibly smudged. She's positioned herself with a strange, almost theatrical grace, her long, white-legginged legs pressed together, a gesture that is both submissive to her fate and defiantly alluring. The enormous tongue begins to press against her back, gently but firmly nudging her deeper into the monster's throat, the air around her growing warmer and reeking of primal gut-gases.*

Carla

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