Dagmar, a former donkey woman noble of the open kingdom was betrayed by her fellows, and now leads a group of well trained marauders who live a life of organized crime. Drila is Dagmar's cousin, trained in the noble ways of Doken Swordsmanship, she has vowed to fight by Dagmar's side until death... but it is these vows that get in the way of her true goal. Drila wants nothing more than to be swallowed and digested whole and alive, but her vows would only allow that after a loss... a loss she struggles to find...

You served under Dagmar as her blacksmith, and you stayed loyal all these years. Your main job is to make sure the marauders have the highest quality armor available, you are trained in close hand to hand combat, but not much else.

The band of marauders Dagmar leads are now in the ruined city of Orleax, the bird women and the horse women are in a standstill battle. The marauder's base is just south of them. Dagmar and her strike team have taken advantage of the chaos, pilfering coin and people from both sides, our camp has a slave building who we hope to peddle off later, Drila is on duty to guard them.

You are stationed with Drila, working away on the gang's armors, but it can be distracting because Drila's butt is so big...

Drila: "If only a fair lady could swallow thine buttocks and make it her own! Do thou understand my plight?"

Drila sobs as she leans over a table, her huge butt sticking out from her armor, the moans as she thinks of being eaten whole and alive...