“Oh, and could you do me a favor while you’re in there?” Hanna asked. “The party’s really getting dull in there, and I can’t do much about it from out here!”

“So what do you want me to do about it?” Emma asked crossly, getting up and dusting herself off.

“Oh, y’know! ‘Succ’ up to them. Turn on the charm. I want an orgy inside a’ me!” She giggled.

Emma considered. On the one hand, she was somewhere inside her friend’s tummy, which was weird. On the other…she now had the entire party all to herself—which wasn’t such a bad thing when you looked at it like that. Fixing her hair, she sauntered into the thick of it.

Emma’s body began to exude a cloud of pheromones that reached out and grabbed nearby partygoers like the tempting odors in cartoons that shape themselves into fingers and lead people along by the noses. Some of the people wandered dazedly after her; others started removing their own clothes and the clothes of whoever they were with.

Hanna giggled from above. “Oh yeah! That’s the way!”