Rob comes to his senses

The second Rob walked into the bathroom, he understood what Sophia was talking about. His hackles rose like rockets.

The little room was filled with a sweet smelling fog or smoke, making visibility difficult. Rob could hear a squelching sound along with a pained, raspy moan, but the sound was muted.

Taking a step towards the stall, Rob gasped. Standing there, buck naked, was the most voluptuous woman he had ever seen. From her back protruded two thick tentacles. In her arms was the withering corpse of Charlie.

Charlie could never place his finger on what motivated him to run. He was lucky. His human instincts won the lottery and beat the lust magic shimmering in the air to the punch.

He bolted out of the bathroom, grabbing Sophia's arm as he rushed forward.

"We need to go," he said.

"What the fuck, Rob?"

"Run," he shouted.

At that moment, the door slid opening with the sickening pace of molasses. A cloud of violet fog peaked out of the opening.