Kishmabelleh entered the tavern. The smells of pickle brine and cream hung about the room. The small wooden room was packed with preggies, boasting, swilling root beer, dancing, and challenging each other to bouts of wrestling and snuggling. "Hey you!" came a call from one of the long tables, followed by a soft giggle. "Yeah you!" the raven-haired preggy offered Kishmabelleh a seat across from her. The girl had a disheveled look about her, scantily-clad in furs. Kishmabelleh thought the girl had the look of a seasoned snuggler about her. "What is it?" Kishmabelleh smiled as she took the seat. The raven-haired beauty burped lightly, patting her belly as she swilled more root beer. "The girls 'round here know me as Sohftgutt." Her eyes traced up and down Kishmabelleh, as though measuring her ability. "And I challenge you to a battle of gentle snuggles!"