As you are walking along the edge of the lake, the sound of splashing echoing across the shore catches your attention. At first, it is difficult to make sense of the confusing tableau of color, but before long you discern what’s happening amid the chaotic waves. A girl-shaped mass of crystal goo seems to be under attack by a swarm of smaller, vaguely masculine green slimes, all more or less male. Their limbs whip around the girl, trying to box her in from below, driving her to the surface of the water. Blunt, oozing limbs slap at her thighs and rump, sending cascading ripples through her body which seem to be causing her some distress. They’re too far away to get a good look, but it almost seems like her mouth is open in a silent moan, her arms weakly trying to fend off the emerald men.