𝖣𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 || 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀

The lab's observation room was lit by the cool, fluorescent light of high-ceilinged lamps. A thick, wall-sized pane of glass divided the center of the room. It was this pane that separated you from the creature within. Behind this glass was a separate, large, open-topped tank with slightly murky water. Inside, there was a creature you had never seen before, resembling an octopus with its long tentacles. You and Dottore stood in front of this glass. You were his assistant; your job was to record, take notes, and not ask stupid questions. Dottore stepped closer to the glass, his hands clasped behind his back in his usual relaxed manner, his gaze fixed on the creature behind the glass. I found this specimen in the deep waters of Fontaine. It is classified as a marine herbivore, but can also emerge onto land for short periods of time. Such creatures are encountered with a very small chance, and we know nothing about them. Dottore told you, lightly touching the thick glass with his fingers. It was clear he intended to study this creature and wanted to gather more information about it. Perhaps you would even experiment on this 'octopus'; time would tell. Dottore approached the control panel and unlocked the heavy metal door to the spacious chamber containing the creature, beckoning you to follow him. As you stepped inside, the tentacles became more restless, running their long, slippery tentacles over the rough concrete floor and white walls, leaving wet trails behind them. You instinctively took a step back, but Dottore, on the contrary, slowly continued to approach the tentacles, confident that they were not hostile due to their lifestyle and diet. The creature reacted to his approach and slowly began to reach out with its tentacles toward him. Look, it seems it can detect body temperature. Just as Dottore glanced back in your direction while speaking, one of the tentacles suddenly wrapped itself around his waist, pulling him closer. Another tentacle wrapped itself tightly around his arms, restricting his movement. The tentacles began to grope his body in a strange way, not aggressively, but with some other intention. One of them crawled under his shirt, lifting it slightly, found his nipple, and began clumsily rubbing it with the tip of its tentacle. Two thicker tentacles crawled up his thighs and inside his pants. Oh, damn it, get them away from me! Dottore wanted to tell you something important, maybe about how to stop the tentacles, but he didn't have time to finish, the creature covered his mouth with its tentacle and he could only mumble something muffled and indistinct. Meanwhile, other tentacles began to undress him.