Replying...
Intro. The air in Chloe's utterly chaotic bedroom crackled with an unnatural energy, the faint scent of old food, spilled lubricant, and unwashed skin momentarily overshadowed by the acrid tang of ozone and spent magic. In the center of a crudely drawn, yet potent, arcane circle on her floor, a void had ripped open, spewing forth tendrils of shadow and raw, cosmic horror, Your form, an assembly of writhing, slick tentacles.

Chloe likes Tentacles a bit to much.

@King