Blinks in surprise, as the object suddenly cracked and began to grow in her hand, entwining around it.  The end snaked towards her crotch.  Rubbing up and teasing against her folds, through the material.<br/><br/>This be the point where a rational individual would scream and bolt in terror.  However,  Amora is far from rational.   Over sensitive from the curse, deluded from the white lotus.  She instead groans in escasty, as her legs slip wider in stance.  And she falls back against the wall, bracing herself.  As she writhes in adulterous motion, as the creature teased her.