[If there's any consolation in being plucked off the ground and undressed like that, it's that the Lord's touch is not as bad as it might look to be. The strange, shadowy tendrils have weight to them, and feel strangely warm and tingly, soft, as long as he's concentrating on making them that way.
For a moment, he just continues to turn her over in his grip, gentler than could possibly be expected of an eldritch whatever-he-is. Two tendrils experimentally rub her shoulders and down her arms, and another two do the same to her legs. Two more wrap around her waist and begin to touch her body, her breasts, and her thighs. He really does seem to be just looking at her right now, if a little rudely probing in his total silence.]
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For a moment, he just continues to turn her over in his grip, gentler than could possibly be expected of an eldritch whatever-he-is. Two tendrils experimentally rub her shoulders and down her arms, and another two do the same to her legs. Two more wrap around her waist and begin to touch her body, her breasts, and her thighs. He really does seem to be just looking at her right now, if a little rudely probing in his total silence.]