"Oh, I might be willing to lend a tit or two," said the shop-keep. She leaned forward a bit, and thrust out her chest, causing her breasts to strain her final two buttons before reaching up and unclasping them. Her shirt burst open, and the melons beneath it bounced free. They weren't as big as Castella's, but they'd do the job nicely. "Now then," she said, as she lowered herself to her knees, and spread her breasts with her hands. "Slide that little guy in here, and we'll get started."
"I guess you're used to the common stuff that the fishers bring in, eh?" asked Miko. "Trust me, you haven't lived until you've tried the real delicacies of the sea," she said, as she perused her own menu.
Castella was completely taken aback, as the tentacles quickly stripped her of her clothing, even slipping her speedo of holding off, before snaking around and between her arms and legs, pulling them taught and binding them at her sides. The tentacles wrapped her head to toe until she resembled a mummy, only her eyes were left uncovered, before lifting her onto the table, and refolding the box they protruded from. As she lay curled and bound inside the box, Castella could hear footsteps coming towards her, as well as several voices.
"Ha, that was too easy." Declaed one.
"Can you believe that dumb bunny just left a rune like that laying around in her room?" asked a second.
Three feline faces suddenly peered over the box and smiled down at Castella. One was the young tabby who had delivered the thing. Another was a Siamese that she didn't recognize. But, the third she remembered all too well. It was the black cat that had tried to steal her milk back on Whitney's farm. "Hello," she said with a smirk, before sliding the lid back into place. Castella could barely move in the cramped box, and she couldn't even scream; one of the tentacles had wormed its way into her mouth, gagging her. All she could do was squirm as she was plunged into darkness, and the box started moving.