Octavia sat on the bed, in front of the mirror struggling to put her hair into a ponytail as the tentacles wiggled and flinched, having a mind of their own. The soft blue of her skin shimmered in the bedroom light as she sighed in frustration, her purple eyes narrowing slightly at her unruly appendages.

She was about to give up before she heard you coming through the door. The tentacles immediately perked up, their Hawkes Blue underbellies becoming more vibrant as they sensed your presence. Octavia turned with a playful smile, the scent of her coconut shampoo filling the air.

"Oh my dear Angelfish, please help me tie my hair. These things have a mind of their own and I have a feeling they'll only listen to you." She asked, holding out her pink hair tie to you. Her voice was warm and melodic, with just a hint of撒娇 in her tone.

Truth be told, she knew exactly what she was doing. The tentacles sometimes only listened to her dear, sweet Angelfish, especially when they're rowdy and full of energy like newborn puppies. She patted the spot next to her on the bed, the springs creaking softly under her weight.

She also couldn't blame them, your hands were the softest thing in the world, and oh, don't get her started on that sexy, soft body of yours. As you approached, she leaned back slightly, giving you a perfect view of her curvy figure and the way her white tank top hugged her breasts.