Blood from Stone [AU]

[GamesMaster]

"The band. Ja, ja, ja, ja," she sings, waving her paw in time. "Oh, right. You need brush to hear them." 

[Bethany]

Oh. That's... great. Gods. Wish I had neutralize poison readied today... "I see. I doubt they'll mind if you eat while they play, as long as you're quiet," Beth says in a low voice.

[GamesMaster]

"Food," she scoffs. "What's the point? I live on music now."

[Bethany]

"Food makes the brush settle easier. Helps keep you from sicking it up. Wouldn't want to waste it, yeah?" she asks, trying to play along with the mindset of a druggie. 

[GamesMaster]

"Hmmm, yah," she says, sounding distracted. "You got any? I'm awful hungry."

[Bethany]

"...I do," Bethany says with a weak smile, dipping a hand into her bag to get a meatpie out. It was from cattown, so the taste and recipe will be good and familiar. And from one of the better stalls, so it's more meat than grissle. "Here."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne's body knows what's up, even if her mind doesn't seem to; her paw lashes out, snatching the pie, and she falls to devouring it, greedy for the pure caloric intake if nothing else.

[Bethany]

Beth's eyes widen and she glances at her hand, a sharp sting on her finger alerting her to just how fast- and careless- Bri was in her snatch. "Right..." Not even bleeding, thankfully. Watching the catfolk eat, she reaches in for the second one. "Here."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne devours the second as fast as the first; her cloak shifts when she takes it, giving Beth a better look at her body. She's wearing only underthings, a dirty brestband and simple panties, under the cloak. Her body is rail-thin, her fur having lost much of its shine due to malnourishment.

[Bethany]

"Bright gods." Bethany takes a deep breath. Then another. "...how's the music?" she finally manages, trying not to cry.

[GamesMaster]

"Wonderful," she purrs, settling back to lick the meat juices off her furred paws.

[Bethany]

"You cold?" Bethany asks abruptly. 

[GamesMaster]

"A little," she offers, humming faintly as her head begins to bob again.

[Bethany]

"You, uh, you wanna go for a walk? I can rent you a room at an inn for the night," she says quietly. "Probably easier to hear the music where it's quieter." I can't talk to her when she's... this... like... when she's...

[GamesMaster]

"The night? Yah. You got coin, I'll do whatever you like." She stretches, giving a large yawn as she does.