[P]It would be rude not to.

"Nnnghh..." Krin moans weakly as the contractions continue, not giving him a chance to properly catch his breath after the teasing, writhing creatures squeezed an orgasm from him. The last ooze feels like it takes hours to squirm free, though he knows it can't be nearly that long. He collapses, limp and uncomfortably aroused once it finally slithers away. His hands rest on his newly flat stomach, relief washing over him alongside the exhaustion.

He barely musters up the energy to make a token struggle as the lamia lifts him off the ground. Not that he really wants to refuse her kindness. The shawl she wraps him in might be damp, but it's better than being nude. It's just the sheer indignity of being manhandled like a small child by the much larger woman that chafes him. "I'm... haaah.... fine. I think..."

He sinks into her hold, resting his head on her ample bosom. It's... nice. She's very soft. He starts to doze a bit, her chattering blurring into background noise. He takes the drink she offers him, sniffing. It smells... fine. Sweet, even. He brings the flask to his lips and drinks.

He lays his head back down against her breast. He's so tired. Maybe if he just closes his eyes for a bit and gives the potion time to work... Ceres's question stirs him from dozing. "Huh? Oh... I'm Krin. I'm... lost, I think. I can't... really remember..."

[P] I want to try to gauge if she's tricking me. 1d20 (19) + CAU 4 - HRN 5 = 18.

[GM] You can't detect any malice in her actions. She genuinely seems to want to help you.

[P] I roll to try to figure out exactly what she's offering me 1d20 (3) + KNO 0 - HRN 5 = 0.

[GM] As far as you can tell, it's exactly what she says.

[P] Okay, bottoms up!

[GM] It isn't. Flip your coin to pass out.

[P] Heads!