Seeing her point to herself after you referred to the chocolate smell, you nod. Your stomach made an audible, however, it seems the woman you ate is still alive in there, and not to happy about being eaten. Luckily, her voice is too muffled to make anything out. You blushed deeply while also holding a hand over your stomach, to quiet her.
The chocolate smell’s kind of affecting you, you told her apologetically, as one of your hands loomed by her feet, the tip of your fingers nudging against the soles softly.
She looks very nervously at the stomach, so distracted by the noise it made, that she doesn’t even notice the hand at her bare feet.
