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Before Willow could continue with her inane banter, Earthshaker emerged from the kitchen to inform them that their meal would be ready soon. The transformed girl then proceeded to take a seat at Nyxia’s table, choosing to sit on the bench across from her. However, since the Neon Tempest was sitting on the table itself and facing the kitchen door, this meant that the club’s rule keeper was now staring at her bare back. [color=Aquamarine]“Enjoying the view?”[/color] Nyxia sneered, turning her head to face her supposed “partner”. [color=Aquamarine]“You better hope Suki doesn’t catch you staring,”[/color] she added with a smirk. [color=Aquamarine]“Or are the two of you [i]not[/i] an item?”[/color]

Speaking of Suki, the piranha-toothed girl chose that moment to reveal what her cooking had accomplished, even if Nyxia found herself wishing she hadn’t…

The smell alone made the Neon Tempest want to gag, but that was nothing compared to the sight of it. When the pot’s lid was opened, she was presented with what could have easily been a half-dead Miseria, writhing in its pitiful death throes. Indeed, what filled the pot looked like nothing more than a pile of bubbling, viscus mucus, or perhaps toxic waste. Whatever it was, it was nothing Nyxia wanted to be anywhere [i]close[/i] to, let alone put in her [i]mouth…[/i] Still, Suki had asked for her honest opinion, and Nyxia was more than happy to provide it.

[color=Aquamarine]“W-What the fuck [i]is[/i] this shit?!”[/color] she snarled as her body visibly recoiled from the “meal”, her visage one of utter disgust. [color=Aquamarine]“Somethin’ ya dredged up from the fuckin’ toilet?!”[/color]