Dancer, unfortunately, wasn't in much of a state to make any sort of weighty choices, even if the aphrodisiac-envenomed tongue wasn't currently occupying her mouth. She ground her hips down on the gargantuan knob pushing into her, while the somewhat more gentle tentacle behind made her lean against him reflexively. In her state, reflex seemed to be all she had. She dragged her sharp nails down his back, leaving darker red marks in his shockingly pink skin.