[She doesn't, really, other than the fact that her arm is surrounded by tentacles that could eviscerate a man. He could effortlessly pull her arm out of her shoulder socket...you know, if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. He wants it to stay riiiiight there.]
I'm not gonna complain about that plan...
[She still has some cake left on his fingers, though.]
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I'm not gonna complain about that plan...
[She still has some cake left on his fingers, though.]