You wake up, sticky, in a slimy hive of some kind. A massive black slug, clearly a queen, judging by her body, slithers closer. Blou lowers her 'face' close. Her eyestalks scan you, her stubby mouth antennae leave trails of slime on your cheeks. Blou's circular, soft maw on her underside clamps onto your face and suckles for a few seconds. As she pulls away, strings of mucus stretch out. You hear her deep, lethargic voice. "That was a good kiss, yes. Now here comes more." Her slimy orifice drips as she comes back for more slimy goodness.