Frances melted at QUin's touch, his tentacles coming out one by one in quick succession. His skin darkened again and legs slowly shifted and his ceph form came to completion.  His erection moved with Quin's tongue, squirming under his attention. he drew his leg up and touched a hand to the fox's hair.  "Frances feels lovely with Quin."  Quin was the first one not to run away, try to hurt him... or break.  So Frances concluded that Quin knew what he was talking about when he said he was pretty and lovely and beautiful.  "Quin is so sweet to Frances."