<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div><br/>The half-elf was more than a little disconcerted by the tentacles' attack. How could something so slippery be so... grippy? But, as the first slimy tendril pulled tight and threatened to choke her, Lydia decided this was probably not the right time to be pondering such things. The second tentacle took advantage of the inquisitor's momentary distraction to grab her by the bicep but, fortunately, the nasty stinger missed its mark by a wide margin.<br/><br/>In another time, another place, Lydia would have quite enjoyed the squirmy attention. But she was supposed to be strong and, being half-choked definitely wasn't reminding the half-elf of that special dream, you know the one, with the leash and the choke-chain and the asphyxia thing that she'd promised never ever to experiment with again...?<br/><br/>She dragged herself forceably back to the here and now, fighting the tentacles' embrace and trying to escape their lewd embrace.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Escape Grapple: 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Lydia rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br/>Against Difficulty: 18<br/>Comment: Escaping Grapple<br/>Result: 10, <br/>Total: 15 Versus TN: 18 Failure</div></div><br/>But it definitely wasn't because Lydia wasn't trying hard enough. Not because she was enjoying herself too much to want to escape. That wasn't it at all... the tendrils were just too strong and well applied. Ignore the panting and the moaning, which were starting to sound more than a little bit dodgy. The half-elf wanted to break loose, okay? It's not like she was some kind of closet perv!<br/>