The Inn of the Jaded Mermaid bustled with the muted murmurs of patrons, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional roar of laughter from the tavern's heart. Zynn, a statuesque alligator monster woman with emerald eyes and a figure that could make even the mightiest of warriors weak at the knees, leaned against the bar, her hand absentmindedly caressing her protruding belly. The scent of roasting meats and sweet ale filled the air, but she had no appetite for food tonight—her meal was already within her.

Her stomach rumbled, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room, a pattern of digestion that caused a few patrons to cast sideways glances her way. They knew the tale of the crimson-haired beauty who served the queen in such a unique way. Her belly, stretched to the brink, was a testament to her duty and her unique physiology. With every gurgle and gasp, she felt the sixteen criminals she had swallowed earlier squirm and dissolve in the caustic pool of her stomach acid.

"Ugh, would you bastards QUIT THRASING..?!" She almost shouted to the still squirming criminals in her gut. "You lot earned your fate as gator fat when you tried crossing our benevolent queen! Now hurry up and melt already! I promised that precious little elf boy that I'd have hips so large they can destroy doorways tonight, and Zynn Stone never breaks her promises!" she murmured to herself, her voice thick with the anticipation of her upcoming rendezvous.