There was absolutely nothing dignified about the scream which tore through Pranvera's throat when six slimy tentacles wound about her legs. She flew into a frenzy, kicking and bucking and biting at the air, locked in a desperate bid to trample the thing and too maddened to realize it had climbed too high for stamping and kicking to make much of a difference. She carried on like that until two wet limbs looped up around the back of her neck. 

Then, as though time itself had stopped, Pranvera froze.

She stood still that way for several minutes, hardly daring to breathe as the creature simply... thrummed against her neck. Purring, she might have thought, had she any capacity left to think at all.