Even before the drow had finished answering her, Phylia was already pulling her closer until she was pressed up against the front of Phylia’s body.  “Hmm.  A slurpie?  Can’t say that I’ve ever had anyone call me that before.  On the other hand, if it’s pleasure you want…”  Flexing the tendrils she had wrapped around the drow’s body, her clothes are drawn almost painfully tight for a moment before they’re split and torn apart from within, leaving her bared to the cool underground air.<br/><br/>Spiralling her tendrils down her soon-to-be meal’s legs, Phylia pulls them up, giving anyone who cared to look at that moment a fantastic view of the drow’s exposed nethers.  This only lasts for a moment though, as the last tendril that had slowly been sliding down the drow’s backside finally slipped all the way around underneath her and dove deep, spearing her front and back at the same time.  “Mmn, I will never get tired of how<span style="font-style: italic">different</span>someone can taste on the inside as opposed to the outside.”