Fortunately, as the tentacles moved to support more of her chest, she'd find she wouldn't need to flail quite as much, to keep afloat. Unfortunately, one started to move to immobilize her arm, while the other squeezed between her breasts, and kept moving higher, towards her neck and face.<br/><br/>The one between her legs started to grow more and more insistent, rubbing and grinding against her armor, and she could feel it starting to give way under the abuse. Those thorns were also now getting closer to the exposed portions of her skin; they weren't long, but they didn't look like they'd be comfortable, either.