Cynthia opens up her great shark maw, letting her tongue roll onto the boat. You stare down her inviting throat and... christ, was the sun always this bright? You squint your eyes, but the light is still blinding. Cynthia asks you, "Care to reconsider~?" Looking into her throat you find yourself realizing just how dark and cozy it looks... It'd be real warm in there... and this gas comes from her belly, doesn't it? You can't see many cons to this decision.
You step onto her tongue.