You ask Valeria if she wouldn’t mind just talking for a little bit.
“I dunno, partner,” she teases, sitting down beside you, “That’s asking an awful lot.”
You roll your eyes and, after a few pleasantries, venture to ask her... well, what the hell she is, exactly. She’s not at all like the average goo-girl wandering around Mareth. She talks, she walks on two legs...
She laughs girlishly, waving you off like you’ve said something absurd. “I’m not a real goo, you know. At least, I didn’t start out this way,” she adds, indicating her gooey blue form. “No, I was a human, like you. I just, I dunno, changed, I guess.”
Changed?
“Well, yeah. Back when the demons first came. One of them took me and... changed me,” she says quietly, looking quickly away. “I don’t know if there were real goo-girls or slimes back then. I guess I was something of an experiment - a prototype, maybe. The magic the demons used on me wasn’t quite the same as whatever creates the goos nowadays, though. I’m as mentally capable as I ever was, can talk, walk on two legs... The whole deal. Biggest change is that shit like this happens,” she adds, picking up a nearby rock and poking into her belly. It floats listlessly inside her, darkly visible through her gooey skin.
You quickly remark that, for someone who was the subject of demonic magics, she seems to be remarkably unscathed. Most demon victims, you’d think, would be raving mad with lust at the very least.
Valeria chuckles wryly. “Well, it’s not like I’m completely unchanged,” she whispers huskily, leaning close and looking hungrily at your crotch. “After all, I have certain... appetites... now, you know. I’m not proud of my new needs, but I’m afraid I just can’t ignore them...”