"Very good," Patchouli said with a nod and a smile. "Then... I'll begin with a fairly basic demonstration, so you can see what they feel like. Then we can move on to something a bit... more."

She stretched an arm out, hand open, and as she did, a watery tendril emerged out from... under her sleeve, of all places. At first it seemed quite short, but it quickly stretched out to an impressive length -- long enough that it couldn't have just been hidden under her robe (as if that was a concern), stretching out further and further as it wrapped around Sayaka's legs, wrapping around and around up past her knees, up past her waist, stopping about halfway up her chest. Its grip was tight, but not uncomfortable; Sayaka wasn't going to be doing much escaping any time soon.

Despite its liquid appearance, the tentacle didn't feel particularly wet. It was soft and perhaps a little pliable -- like it could easily squish itself anywhere it went -- cool and smooth to the touch.

"How's this feel so far? Not too tight, is it?"