[Nobody is, on account of they are all distracted by being tenderly but firmly rawed by a tentacle monster. It's fine, Kaph, no one can judge. No one is paying enough attention.
The tentacle eagerly slips lower, down beneath his robes and up again. More slip over, these ones featureless and sturdy, to curl against his calves and thighs in much the same way a pair of hands definitely wouldn't. Several more settle against his shoulders and chest to push him back against the side of the building he's kneeling by. Isn't that more comfortable? It totally is. The 'lips' drag up the inside of one thigh, but they're pretty eager to get to work (this is their job and all!) and don't waste too much time with it. So the question becomes: what, if anything, is he wearing under his robes?]
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The tentacle eagerly slips lower, down beneath his robes and up again. More slip over, these ones featureless and sturdy, to curl against his calves and thighs in much the same way a pair of hands definitely wouldn't. Several more settle against his shoulders and chest to push him back against the side of the building he's kneeling by. Isn't that more comfortable? It totally is. The 'lips' drag up the inside of one thigh, but they're pretty eager to get to work (this is their job and all!) and don't waste too much time with it. So the question becomes: what, if anything, is he wearing under his robes?]