<div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/ce57/f/2015/197/2/3/starcaster01_by_thepixeldust-d91i7yh.jpg)</div>Alura's eyes opened wide as she slowly started to understand Nami's suggestive context.  She instinctively continued slurping and swallowing down the woman's erection, though.  Like any good porn star, Starcaster never lost her composure.  "Ergle-merk glorph- puh! Er.. I mean I'm not seeing anyone obviously. B-but I'm sure the audience would like to be included in whatever you'd care to do with me off-air."  Her composure may have wavered a bit, 'bent in the breeze' as it were, but was never lost.  Her tendrils curled and quivered as they were mentioned.<br/><br/>"Oh, my.. You really shouldn't have said anything about my hair, babe. GACK! HORPHLL!!"  Alura's head was suddenly forced down over Nami's dick, stretching her lips as she slid down further and further.  Her tentacles reached for the dom's inner thighs like hungry worms, writhing and jerking Starcaster down.  Finally as Nami was hilted within her bulging throat, the tendrils began to slither and slide around the woman's long, toned legs.  They worked their way below Alura's chin and wound around Nami's heavy ball sack.  While her testicles were massaged and worked over, a set of three tendrils started to poke and prod at her womanhood.  They wriggled into her, bulging and flexing to get as deep as possible.  "GRRK! Hrlmmmis! Blerkkl!"  Though she didn't seem strained or particularly imposed upon, it looked as though Starcaster was trying to continue the interview despite her vocal chords being crushed by Nami's sheer girth.<br/><br/>A small light on the desk nearby lit and a tone sounded.  There was a gibbering, quick sound like old fashioned magnetic tape playing at a high speed from a speaker on the wall.  "Ahh, now I see. You don't use the porn industry to show off your hunting prowess. You hunt USING the porn industry! Brilliant! So how many delicious species have you caught in your time? All one gender, or many?"  The girl's eyes conveyed the words the speaker uttered for her.  It was as if her mind was linked to the Studio's systems such that she could run her show even while engaged in other affairs on-air.  It seemed that way because it was completely true.  Alura's studio wasn't her home and business.  It was part of who she was.