In a bold experiment, Solomonnis attempts to mimic the sensation of a palette of water with their tongue. Solojonnis, the willing canvas, lies back, legs spread, ready for the artistic endeavor. Solomonnis starts at the tip, licking down like a paintbrush, their tongue flat and firm. They swirl around Solojonnis' entrance, delving in with slow, steady strokes, building a rhythm that has Solojonnis writhing and gasping. "How's that?" Solomonnis asks, pausing, their chin glistening. Solojonnis, breathless, replies, "Again. Do it again." And so, Solomonnis continues, perfecting their tongue trick.