Rose kept as close as she could to the cliff face as she slowly made her way to land. She was all too aware of both her lack of bottoms and of the octopus that was still wriggling around inside her. She did her best to keep her breathing evenly and to ignore the assault on her pussy as she scanned the crowd on the beach. There were less people now than before, but there were still a lot. All it took was for one person to see her leave the water with half a bathing suit. No one seemed to be paying her any attention though; everyone was just having fun with their beach days. She spotted a towel, alone and close to the shore. Whoever owned it wasn’t there, probably swimming themselves. Rose steeled herself against both the anxiety and the sensations inside her, and made her move.
She kept her body sideways to the bulk of the crowd, moving just fast and low enough to not attract any attention. The few steps it took felt like an eternity, but she finally reached the lone towel and snatched it up. In as fluid a motion as she could manage, she wrapped it around her waist. She waited a moment before letting out the breath she had been holding. No one around her reacted. She had done it. Her celebration was cut short when the creature inside her moved again. *Right.*