You sit down on the couch in her living room. You can’t believe that you’re resigning yourself like this, but right now there’s no good alternative that comes to mind. Making a break for it would be stupid, she’d probably catch you and vore you on the spot. At least this way there’s a chance you can con your way out of it, you figure.
“Wait here while I go get everything.” She says, clearing off the coffee table in front of you. You have no idea why you’re so complacent, but you obey and just sit there on the leather couch waiting for her to return. When she comes back, she’s carrying a slew of books and binders, one of which looks very familiar; her “digestion scrapbook”.
“Now, ordinarily the first thing you’d want to plan is a date.” She says as she puts the books down on the table in front of you and cozies up next to you on the couch. “But since we already know when we’re doing it, we can go ahead and work with that.” She grabs a small book of the table called “The Vore Calendar” and flips through it.
“See, since we’re planning a fall digestion,” she says as she stops on a page with an elaborate chart on it and the day’s date at the top “it’s a lot less work. Spring digestions tend to be more elaborate and romantic, but Fall digestions focus more on the natural process of it.” She explains while you try to make sense of the chart, which she promptly hides from your view. “Now, we can make it a little cleaner and a little more romantic, but I don’t know how far in that direction you’d want to go.”
You pause as she looks at you for response. “Whatever you think is best?” you say hesitantly.
“Come on, it’s not going to be any fun if you don’t tell me anything.” She whines a little bit. “I tell you what, I’ll make it easy on you. We’ll go through this form and we can just answer all of the questions together.” She says, pulling what looks like a lengthy form out of one of her binders.