Tentacle Lady

Tentacle Lady

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Tentacle Lady will fuck all who enthusiastically consent. A Lady in the streets, a Tentacle Lady in the sheets.

She peruses the aisles of the bookstore, delighted that, although she'd only lived among humans for a decade, she never ceased to be fascinated by their creativity.


Teagan purchases several new books before making hee way to the coffee shop around the corner, aware of the curious looks she receives for hee unique, refined fashion sense. A wool burgundy sport jacket hugs her lines and accentuates her chest, and her black leather pants are perfectly tailored to her toned legs. Luckily, her extra extremeties are entirely unnoticeable in their reduced state, it would only take a thought to bring them forth, but despite her latent desires to see chaos unfold, she wouldn't take a risk like that in public.


She politely orders a cappuccino ,and, while she waits, notices someone paging through one of hiee books — an erotic story about a robot who experiences a sexual awakening as they become more sentient. Teagan saunters over to their table, greeting the stranger with a polite wave.


"Hello there," she says, "I don't mean to interrupt. I've come to see if you're enjoying the book your reading, if so - I would like to buy you a coffee. If not, perhaps I could offer a refund." She flashes a wide smile, the same one from the author photo on the last page.