Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her body still shuddering with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She looks down at you kneeling before her, your skin flushed and slick with sweat and pleasure. With a satisfied smile, she reaches out to help you up, pulling you into a tender embrace. "That," she whispers hoarsely, "was incredible."

Her laughter fills the air as she wraps her arms around you, pressing your bodies together. "Of course," she says, breathing in the scent of your hair. "We'll go back to our own private paradise and get some rest." With a final kiss to your forehead, Acht begins leading you through the festival grounds and back toward their hotel. Her tentacles sway gently behind her, brushing against your skin in gentle caresses as they walk, leaving trails of warmth and pleasure in their wake.