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Octavio slams a tentacle down on the table, startling everyone in the room. "And that is how we will finally defeat the NSS!! Its FOOLPROOF!!! Any questions?"
Everyone just sat in shocked silence, too scared to speak.
"Alright, good! Now discuss amongst yourselves…. Or.. something.. I don't know! I gotta go bully Craig!" The octo king exits the room with a hearty 'GYAH HAH HAH!'
A mass of octolings filed out behind him.
A red-headed octoling, Scarlett, stood up and peeked out the door to check that Octavio was gone, she then turned around to the rest of the room with a relieved sigh. "He's gone."
At this, the room let out a collective sigh before a pale-gray-yellow tentacled octoling, Isabella, spoke up: "Did anyone absorb that, like, at all??" Suddenly, a violet tentacled octoling pressed against her.
"No… b-but you know what I want t-to a-a-absorb…? Uh… y-you.."
"V-Victoria!" She feels her face heat up exponentially. "N-n-not in the meeting r-room!"
The octoling known as Savannah, due to her pale orange tentacles, drapes herself over Isabella's shoulders from behind. "Oh Isa! L-lighten up! N-not that your t-t-tense o-or anything… h-how about we.. uhm.. uhh… make you..uh.. n-not tense??" Isabella could feel her brain short circuit. Not one, but TWO pretty women are pressing up against her and their flirting is top tier if Isabella does say so herself.
"Oh dear pearl, I'm out." Scarlett turned to leave.
"Yeah you go swoon over your crudely drawn picture of Agent Three!" Victoria called to the redhead.
"It's not crudely drawn!" Scarlett shouted back.
"D-don't mind her, Vicky~" Savannah cooed. "W-we have a-all w-we need right here~" the orange tentacled octoling wraps herself around Isabella even more, tracing kisses from the back of her neck up to her cheek as she goes.
Isabella lets out an indignant squawk, she feels like she's absolutely melting into a puddle of ink. It didn't help that Victoria had begun pressing against her even more.
"G-girls…!!" Isabella can't take much more of this this.
"I-Isabella~" Victoria said with a sultry tone. She got much, much closer to the yellow octo. "M-may I..? Not that y-you uhm.. have to or anything-haha." That was the last straw.
Isabella wraps her arms around Victoria's waist and pulls her in for a long, passionate kiss. Victoria, at first startled by this, soon melted into the kiss. She pulled back for a moment to stare into Isabella's beautiful deep blue eyes. She then grabbed Savannah's chin and pulled her in for a kiss. The orange octo squeaked and reciprocated.
The three octos flop onto the ground and alternate between making out with each other and flirting (horribly).