The one thing that alcohol always managed to do was create genuine reactions to situations during which a person would typically have sense enough to use tact. Max's underwear being peeled off was one of those situations. It was the sound that drew Tempest's attention and her jaw almost immediately dropped, eyes growing wide. There was but one thing to say. "Holy shit!"
With eyes still wide, ignorant of Max's own embarrassment, Tempest glanced over at Zowie who was in the process of removing herself from the tub and stripping off as well, and asked the only logical question that came to mind after Max had unleashed a veritable anaconda for a cock. "Zowie!" She said loudly, in order to get her attention. "How... Does that..." She was dumbfounded. "Does that thing actually fit in there?"
And her next thought? "I'm gonna need to buy a bigger strap-on..."