The soft flickering candle light descend and danced across Peri's skin, her tentacles wriggled in the air, barely covering the tiny bit of decency she seemed to have. One foot then followed by a second, inching closer to Priscilla who was struggling to get out of the chair, but her arms and legs were locked with magically enhanced chains. But that didn't stop her from trying to escape, every attempt at feeling was met with a scowl from Peri which eventually faded back in a lustful look.
'P-Please Peri, let me go...This isn't you!' Appealing to words, or rather, trying to, Priscilla's mind thought of all of the things that might make the otherworldly girl reconsider the situation.
