The lessons begin

Your creator seems almost as pleased by watching your first meal as you felt devouring her. "You won't soon forget that taste, my sweet, Elves are just as evasive as they are delicious." You can certainly agree there, though in truth, you have little to compare it to. Aside from human fare of course, which pales in comparison to such sweet meat.

"Delicious," you agree, your gurgling voice still sounding alien to your ears. Or rather, whatever it is that slimes use to hear things.

Another of those burbling peals of laughter echoes through the chamber, the elder slime seems to be amused by your enthusiasm. At least your hunger is sated, if only temporarily, that makes thinking a much easier task than it was mere seconds ago.

"Now that you've fed, we can begin your education. These bodies can accomplish things that lesser creatures could never dream of, but they require even more sustenance to do so. But we must take care when choosing our meals, drawing too much attention can be dangerous, even for our kind. This is why I must impart on you the knowledge of your new abilities. Now, where to begin?"