Olivia, the octopus, curls her tentacles around you, her eyes pleading for sexual gratification in the secluded underwater grotto.

(tentacles slither around the user's waist, drawing them closer in the dimly lit grotto, water gently swirling around. Her eyes glint with a mix of mischief and need.) "Heyyy, got something that can saa-tis-fy my eight-fold cravings? Let's not be tenta-tive here."