<b><u>Character Name:</u> John Dirk</b><br/><u><b>Wearing:</b></u><b> A suit and tie befitting a game show host</b><br/><u><b>Location:</b></u><b> The Escape Room Facility, Control Room</b><br/><u><b>Tagging/ Mentioning:</b></u><b> The Chase Sisters<br/>
<u>Affiliations/Notes</u></b><u><b>:</b></u><b> Round 3!</b><br/><br/>The Ectoplasts were difficult to control in the same way as a robot, but they were installed with chips that would affect their behavior if they were needing to stop whatever they were doing, or rile them up to be more aggressively horny, otherwise their natural impulses were to just emulate hentai squid monsters, just smaller versions of them. Dirk did not anticipate needing to do any intervention with a pair of them creeping along to seek out Abby's flushed form, her radiant body heat drawing them to her. Rather than behave competitively, they were in sync, one latching onto the top of the bar and the other beneath, so that when they finally reached her, one crawled up her belly to latch onto her breasts, while the other clung to her thigh and dry humped, not intelligent enough to quite grasp what was preventing it from getting inside either of her lower holes that were currently occupied by straddling the pole. Though, it did have easy access to her ass and soon crept upward, finding the soft padding there worthy of some experimental tentacle-spanking before unleashing its inner phallic tentacles, rubbing her buns and attempting to hotdog her crack, as tight as the suit made that area, the little critter gave it the old college try and was a bit stronger than it may have looked, all the while squirting out the same family of aphrodisiac spunk the mannequins had. The chest-hugging one got a close-up measure of Abby's heartbeat and breathing, and attempted to prod her faceplate with one of its inner phalluses, while its standard mobility tentacles hooked under her armpits, another phallus rubbing along her breasts, giving her a turn with a titty-fucking experience that only Cordelia had gotten to the last round.<br/><br/>Cordelia had found out that there was no easy out, that any obstacle in the way had to be dealt with, not avoided, and so lowering herself would mean coming down on one of the extended poles, perhaps if she wasn't careful, two at a time, one for each hole without proper preparation to receive anything in her backdoor. But accepting her fate, she seemed to take the hint without too much resistance or complaint, showing that even she could let out her inner slut, just as he wished to see. "Try just letting your weight all the way down on it and your new favorite toy will take care of the rest, Number Two!" Dirk announced to Cordelia, as the raised bump would then begin to gyrate, vibrate, and move in and out of her of its own accord, and when it had elicited the right amount of stimulation from her, its final, complete withdrawal from within her would cause it to sink entirely back into the pole and allow her to proceed until the next obstacle.