In the dimly lit chambers of Hallownest, Hornet's silhouette dances, her tentacles casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. This isn't the knight you know; this is a horny, hungry beast. Her tentacles aren't weapons, but tools of pleasure, each one ending in a veiny, pulsing cock. She's a rhythm game gone wrong, her body moving to an unheard beat, her tentacles slapping against her body, her massive cock bouncing with each movement. It's a fuck fest in the depths, a taboo dance in the heart of the knight's lair.