Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/107/en

Thomas tugged inadvertently at the hose that ran to the hookah and bumped the base with her smooth and sleek and thickened black-coated hips. The wheels rolled out from beneath it and it tipped over, landing square across the latex-covered part of her back. Her skin turned thick and gooey and gaped open, wrapping black tendrils around the hookah’s body. Agitated hisses spewed from her respirators until the whole hookah had sunk into her body, leaving just a large bump along her spine, from which the red hose ran, up over her shoulder and into her mouth.