Dodge!

The snake-like tentacles speed towards you like fleshy arrow shots.

Luckily, your years of school gymnastics, along with a few months of dancing at a "gentleman's club" for college tuition money, make you limber enough to dexterously avoid the oncoming tendrils.

The creature sent more of his flying tentacles in response but surprisingly your body finds ways to weave itself out of the appendages' slimy clutches, with your bobbing and weaving always taking the form of some sensual dance routine you learned from your days as a stripper. You are literally saving your own life and looking sexy doing it.

Another shock comes when you realize your movements have brought you closer to Alicia's desk - and the **** monster behind it.

"You can do it Deirdra," a voice in your head whispers. "Save Alicia! Just keep on doing what you are doing and you will know what to do when the time comes.

The voice sounds a lot like Amy's.