Here is the completed version of the precious pic i have in my scraps. Here, we can see Ester in all her glowy insides glory~  brown did an absolutely fantastic job in making this picture, especially the salad mush at the bottom of the gut. mmhh Anyway, time for a little plot synopsis!

Tongight, you had the honor of meeting one very lovely turian singer by the name of Ester Gethra. She was a charming lady, and beautiful in every aspect of her body, but one thing interested you in particular: her mouth. It was a peculiar color, bright blue and glowing. When you asked about it, she offered to show you during lunch at her place, as well as the rest of her digestive tract. You think about it for a moment, and agree, excited that you are food for such an attractive alien. Once you arrived at her home, she offered to take off her clothes so that you could better see the body you would soon be inside.

You sat on her plate the whole time, watching as she inserted a bite of salad into her mouth chewing casually while making a predatory gaze at you, smirking while she swallowed. This happened every now and then as you two talked to each other. One particular instance, she told you about how she was going to sing later tonight. You ask her to demonstrate a little but she said no because you would likely still be conscious to hear the performance inside of her, and have the best seat in the house. With that, she plucked a tomato skewered by her fork and swallowed it whole. Eventually, only you remained on the plate.

"Thanks for joining me for lunch~" Ester stated, gently petting her belly and enjoying the feeling of the food inside. "Now it's time for you to join it." With that, she plucked you from her plate and raised you over her maw, the glowing flesh shining the whole way down. She lets you admire her mouth for a moment, and her unique tongue as well. You didn't know it at the time (or will you ever considering what will soon happen), but that tongue's ridges showed where Ester's mechanical joints remained in her tongue. You sat in the maw for a while, enjoying the feeling of the saliva soaking into your body before you were thrusted into her throat, sliding for a while down through her chest, eventually reaching her stomach.

"Mmmhh you were tasty, but I have to go perform, so try not to wiggle too much while digest." You hear above you, her voice loud and slightly muffled by the "flesh." You take a moment to admire our new home, almost like a palace of shining blue crystal, but much softer, warmer, and of course, slimier. It felt odd, sitting in the stringy slop that was once an elegant food item.

Over the course of the night, you feel your predator sway about, sometimes softly for more soft songs, and sometimes you are thrown around the stomach, as she dances to an upbeat tune. As the night ended, you were thoroughly digested, only a part of the mush in the bottom of her gut, a more stark sludge in contrast to the green, smooth paste, fueling Ester for more songs to come in the future.