[ splayed out under rin, mona's gaze briefly averts to watch as rin's body, already coagulated and slimy and dripping, thickens up enough to weight her down completely. and she can tell just by squirming—the gelatinous mass atop her won't be easy to escape from. in fact, the texture and density is so familiar that mona realizes she has experienced it once before. not here, obviously, but far, far away in her home world.

of course, mona thinks, lifting her chin to look rin in the eyes again. the beast is smirking down at her in evident glee, seemingly very pleased to have won and captured her prey. her features above the waist are somehow still strikingly clear. she has the consistency of a hydro slime.

well, that explains why all of mona's hydro attacks failed. ugh. ]

You're right; you're fortunately immune, aren't you?

[ huffing, mona tries to wriggle again, but she scarcely moves an inch. ]

What are you planning to do with me? I hope you aren't a sore winner.