"What," chuckles Celeste, "Were you going to offer? That's real sweet of you, Shawn, but things might not work out how you're hoping." She slithers up onto what looks like a giant cat's scratching post, basically an indoor tree, and drapes herself over a branch or two, letting him hang in a hammock.<br/><br/>Nova squirms and wriggles pitifully, whimpering as she's violated like that, forced to stare down the long pink tube towards nothing but blackness... Until her eyes adjust, of course...