“Wow! Daphne that was something! Are you also competing, like Helen is?” You ask.

“Nah. No one is competing like Helen, she’s in everything one can compete in. Though they made me Helen’s roommate last semester because they thought I looked promising and might learn something from her. I dunno if I’ll ever compete though, time will tell I guess and even if I do, it’ll only be in a few events.”

“So you’ve never competed in anything?”

“Nope, not in anything organized. Though I have gotten my arse dragged onto the arena or stage a few times along with a few other girls like me. Well maybe not like me, but you know with similar skills. And we’ve been the warm-up while the real girls get ready. Usually we’ve been instructed to stuff ourselves silly and then when we can hardly move the first of the girls that are going to compete come in and have what we had as an appetizer making us look kind of ridiculous.”

“But worse is when we aren’t even allowed to wobble off stage before the girls come in, but some stupid judge or other organizer decides to make room for them and swallows us up. And while they might be able to handle quite a few girls they are no stars, so digestion takes way too long and we end up missing most of the show.”

“That’s kind of mean. You’ve never thought of just eating a girl or two and then jump on whatever woman that would come to eat you girls?” You ask.

“Well yeah, the thought has crossed my mind, but then I wouldn’t have much of a chance anyway, so I usually try to enjoy gorging myself while I got the chance and just hope I don’t get eaten afterwards. It’s not like we get eaten every time.”

“Ehh…I wonder would it be so bad not to stuff yourself to the limit and thus be able to get off the stage quickly instead of having to struggle?”

“Hmm, I’ll try that next time, if I can contain myself.” Daphne smiles that chilling smile of hers again.