The moth was trying to secure a way out for the life inside her. she already knew what the machine does, she could come back any time to play with it, maybe when she is less full of tentacles.

The liquid metal was chipping away the material slowly, maybe because it was hard or maybe because at the bottom of her two hearts she didn't want the larvas to leave.

Suddenly she hears a faint sound, someone was near, she quickly hides the liquid metal in hammerspace and waits. Who could it be? Could it be Elaraina? Could it be a maid? Could it be one of her friends? Not knowing who find her in this helpless situation rises her arousal, how could she explain all this without sounding like a crazy deviant? She can't.

Now that all her senses are focused on the little sounds he can hear she notices, trying to ignore the pleasant movement inside her and her crazy double heartbeat, she could hear herself, heavily breathing and moaning and she couldn't stop it, that only make her do it more.