"Fixing... what? H-how? What are you doing to me?" she asks, wide-eyed and panicky, no longer the calm and unruffled diplomat she'd met, originally.<br/><br/>The tendril works its way deep inside her, filling her completely, an odd, shifting sensation inside of her accompanying the changes she's undergoing. The angel begins to moan, as the tendril does its work, causing her to blush profusely.