Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/125/en

Four jolts hit her, screeching against skin and shearing loudly. Four tapered mouthpieces slid from the protrusion on her back, running in a single line like spiny spikes. They split into an upper and lower pair, each pair with one on the left and one on the right. Sleek velvet hoses extended from behind the mouthpieces. The hoses curled around her hips in slow arcs. Each of the four slotted neatly into its own pouch on the front of her stomach.