[The slippery tentacles on his torso slither up to cup his chest, switching into a slow, circular brushing fashion. The medium-sized tentacles gives a quick pat to his stomach before sliding down and following the strands of hair that lead from Luxembourg's navel to his dress pants.]
[There is definitely something down here. They give a experimental flick and watch as the bulge moves from the touch. The duchy tenses for a second, then relaxes. So that's were Uncle's been all these years!]
[It presses against Luxembourg's crotch like a hand would squeeze, sliding up and down like a palm would. If only they could see what this thing was. The tentacle tugs at the blond's belt. Blast, they can't take it off.]
~(˘▾˘~) (It's k)
[There is definitely something down here. They give a experimental flick and watch as the bulge moves from the touch. The duchy tenses for a second, then relaxes. So that's were Uncle's been all these years!]
[It presses against Luxembourg's crotch like a hand would squeeze, sliding up and down like a palm would. If only they could see what this thing was. The tentacle tugs at the blond's belt. Blast, they can't take it off.]