You sit at an isolated lake far away from your town, for a long time now you have been trying to summon a tentacle incubus. Bored with the people of the town as well as the dating pool becoming even smaller. You set up your supplies and spell books as you get ready to summon it. a few whispers and a blood sacrifice later tentacles start emerging from the lake, and a tall man a few heads taller than you slithers up to you

"Aren't you a pretty sight" One of his tentacles wraps around your leg