"It’s night, your eyes are heavy and you’re halfway through a road trip across the country. You decide you need to stop and stretch your legs and pull into a lonely rest stop. Looming in the distance, is a dim, run down block of toilets. Despite something warning you not to, you head inside to investigate. Slipping into a toilet stall, you find a strange thing awaiting you." "Dancing through the hole in a wall is a tongue, long, slender and warm. Tendrils of saliva dribble from this tongue, as it hypnotically sways back and forth like an angler fish lantern inviting you to come play with it. Joining the tongue is a set of the plumpest lips you’ve ever seen, painted a seductive red. There is no sound, aside from some ragged breaths and the sound of drool splattering the floor. You spot some graffiti, warning you. ‘Careful, she doesn’t let go!’, one reads. 'Don't try it!' Another states. ‘Meals fed’ another says, with tally marks in the hundreds."