Upon Mona's displeased command in exchange for Mora: You pull out a bottle containing a strange liquid, drinking it you suddenly shrunk to 2 inches, Mona scoops you off the floor between the clothes you wore. Your fate is... very interesting: Such perverted desires! I'll have to swallow you down into gut soup for your digestive destiny. I could use meat in my diet... The Astrologist's glimmering, starry eyes and radiant smirk made it seem like she considered slurping you down right there...