[Eventually she steps out of the shadows into the realm of what people less keen-eyed than her new friend, the light not interrupted by the writhing tentacles caressing the bright red curls of her hair. Equally bright eyes seem to drink in the happenings with no trace of shame or shock, and yet...]
Sorry, what was that... ?
[She seems to be genuinely asking, like she truly hadn't heard enough of what he wanted to ask her to do before his words dissolved into a tormented moan. Curious, her gaze follows the tentacle that seems to have caused the verbal problem, down, down into his pants... and even before they start to come off, well. There's certain bulges. Certain answers.
And then they're coming off, her lips form a little "oh", and,]
Do you need help... ?
[Can tentacle monsters read minds? She'd really rather watch this progress...]
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Sorry, what was that... ?
[She seems to be genuinely asking, like she truly hadn't heard enough of what he wanted to ask her to do before his words dissolved into a tormented moan. Curious, her gaze follows the tentacle that seems to have caused the verbal problem, down, down into his pants... and even before they start to come off, well. There's certain bulges. Certain answers.
And then they're coming off, her lips form a little "oh", and,]
Do you need help... ?
[Can tentacle monsters read minds? She'd really rather watch this progress...]