It takes some effort, but eventually the girl is back amongst you all. You make a mental note to yourself, spitting people up is far less enjoyable than eating them in the first place. Perhaps next time you'll just digest your meal. Cyril and Elicia help you to lift the girl off the floor and back onto the chair. It only takes a few minutes for the drug to wear off and she wakes up.
"What ...where am I? Where's my ...why am I so wet and sticky?" she asks, a bewildered look across her face.
"You've just been inside our new friend, Antony," says Cyril, that air of authority back once again. "He graciously spat you back up. You know the rules."
"Yes ...yes of course." The girl gets up and walks over to you. "I guess I'm your slave," she mutters, sinking slowly to her knees. The others start to snigger, silenced only by Cyril's stare.
"We'll leave you alone," says Elicia. Everyone else follows Elicia and her brother out. You look down at the girl kneeling before you.

What do you do?