Two tendrils shoot out from the spongy creature and into the girl’s dripping orifices, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. Xxnx She is brought upright again. The creature pulls its tendrils from her throat and nose, giving her a chance to breathe. After tugging on a pair of tight jeans, her red fingerless gloves, and her usual knee-high boots, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the sick reality (of being lazy and messy). The copy merely licks her lips seductively, several more tentacles emerging from her back. The slime adheres to the wall and Felicia, rendering her struggles useless. She grumbles and groans at her alarm clock. —
Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their soft lips together once more.
