"Interesting design."

“Looks great, boss,” says Glob, head of the lemure work unit who’s just finished installing the giant aquarium in the lobby of the Beelzebub Tower. (You don’t own the whole building, but you already squared it with the management.) He’s a stubbly working-class guy in overalls. He wipes the sweat off his brow as the two of you look up at the squirming mass of tentacles behind the big glass wall. “So, uh… it’s just these guys?”

There’s a slimy squelch, and the tentacles part to reveal Meg, Janet and Florence. The nude, gooey bodies of the three girls are pressed against the glass, breasts squished flat as they’re **** to peer out at the squad of proud workmen, who burst into wolf-whistles and laughter and start beckoning other visitors over to take a look. The girls’ legs are spread, and the tentacles are hard at work in their naked pussies.

Their incoherent squeals are barely audible through the glass as they writhe in their bonds, exposed in all their sweaty red-faced glory to the cheering corporate crowds. Glob strokes his chin thoughtfully. “Interesting design,” he says.

“What can I say? Just thought the place could use a little brightening up.”