[She freezes a moment as she feels the tentacles moving over her, skin to skin this time. Damn. Very different than hands. Before she can think again, Aloy's hand is on a tentacle as though to anchor herself. She's not watching Evangeline as much as looking down at the teasing writhe at her chest. Her nipples harden, goosebumps raising.]
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That's, uh. That's the start?