Cassius's warning didn't stay a warning for long.
One moment, the warehouse was filled with laughter, with women twirling tentacles like ribbons, braiding them into living ropes, and playing tag with them.
The next, a shriek cut through the air, sharp and startled.
"N-no! Hey—! What are you—?"
Every head snapped toward the sound.
At the front of the crowd, a woman with sun-kissed skin and a wild tangle of brown hair stood frozen, her hands pressed against her chest.
But her protest wasn't one of fear—it was breathless, her voice trembling between a scold and a giggle.
Two slender tentacles had wrapped around her nipples, their tips flicking and teasing, rolling the sensitive buds between them with an almost playful act.
"S-Stop it!" She gasped, swatting at them, but her smile betrayed her. "It tickles—! Ah—! N-No, not there—!"
The tentacles ignored her half-hearted protests.
