Mind Melter didn't take any particular notice of Xochitli as she sat, as she was a row back from him and a couple seats to the right. Since he hadn't seen her walk in, he hadn't seen how her jeans hugged and accentuated her every curve, nor how her shirt did the same to her bust. He sat calmly, waiting for the meeting to start. As usual, when he wasn't concentrating specifically on his damnable (yet fun) tentacles, they got him into trouble without his knowledge.<br/><br/>Xochitli became aware of<em>something</em>moving around her waist, and glanced down to see the tentacle wrapping lightly around her. The end of the tentacle came to rest on her belly where the slender probing tip started gently molesting her naval through her shirt.