"Karen has run off to the Blood Clan's lair Degonris?!" The entire dining room was left with only Nia's chewing sounds, as the indecently eating Evil God's devouring method caused meat juice and bits to mix within that abyss-like "hole," just like splattered blood wetting the tablecloth, painting a battered and bruised picture on the surface of the writhing tentacles.
Feeling the gazes around her, a tentacle sneaked up along the table leg and onto the dining table, lifting up the shiny fork as if brand new. Waving the silverware about, Nia's tentacles curled around another roasted beef leg and continued her gluttonous feast.
Beatrice, "We should punish whoever was responsible for teaching Nia this mess."