An octopus girl casually walking by

His train of thought was interrupted as he felt a thin appendage caressing his ankles. It was this rubbery feeling that wrapped itself around them, but by the time that he had noticed and looked at where these things were coming from, all he saw was the rustling at the foot of a nun’s habit as they retreated themselves just as quickly as they had embraced him.

“Did I just get molested?” He thought. Surely not however, as the nun continued walking right past him without a hint of interest. It was probably just a reflex of some sort.