you were within a part of the derelict factory that, due to the lack of supervision by any workers, had become a plush swamp full of puddles of plush mud that if stepped in would mercilessly drag you down to the bottom and kept you nice and overwhelmingly comfy. As you wandered you a noticed a couple of plush tendrils come out of one of the plush bogs…. And the tendrils came up revealing themselves to be their horns of a plush Goodra who was ready to hug you! “mmmph!”