Corra lets out a girlish giggle as she turns around and brings your face to hers. "You know, I like a man with honesty. Maybe you can tell me how these are?"
You hear a faint rumbling from the tauren's gut as her lips come together, and then suddenly part with a raucous BRAAAAAAAAAAAP as you're revisited by her gas in the form of an onion-scented belch. It's nasty, it's hot, and it's moist with her saliva; so she repeats. Her second wind is even more nauseating, and your gag reflex kicks in once again. She sees the blatant disgust in your face and laughs, letting more of her ripe breath billow out onto you. She catches a whiff of her own expulsions and wrinkles her nose. "Mmm, that is kind of smelly isn't it? But not...horrifically stinky. Not the usual level I'm at... guess I ought to add some more flavor before I can REALLY get you heaving!"
Right then, you wished that the contents of your stomach would suddenly empty onto the floor in front of that sadist in the shape of a white flag.
"Please... I can't take this. This isn't just your little game, I'm seriously dying h---", you plead as she casually rips a juicy fart.
"I'm dying in this place, I've hardly been fed, the fact that you want to make me puke out what I HAVE been fed is...*cough* ugh, that REEKS *hack*...", you groan through her foul mist.
"Well, speaking of games, I think I could make some fun out of this for me while still letting you get your fill here. I'll make a meal for you. BUT. Whatever you eat, I eat also...and twice the helpings. Then, you get to experience," she whispers through a devious grin, "their aftereffects." On your empty stomach, you nod your head and agree, "Sure. What's on the menu?"
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