The room you entered is pretty bare, with plain white wallpaper and simple red carpet. The texture feels good and slightly tickly against your bare feet as you walk over and sit down in the giant chair the receptionist beckons to. There is another one like it, only opposite you and on the other side of a small table.
These aren't the only furnishings however. Towards the back of the room is a table that looks like something from a doctor's office: the bed patients sit on. The examination table has a set of stocks at the foot of it, and a pair of manacles at the head with chains attached to the floor. You notice an extra touch: clasps on the sides of the table, meant to keep your wings from covering your body.
"Any questions before I leave?" asks the receptionist.
"Yes actually. What happens now?" you respond. She doesn't exactly make it too obvious.
"Right, sorry. Let me explain; in a few minutes, one of our examiners will come sit with you and ask a few questions. After that, she will ask you to lie on that examination table back there, strap you, and tickle you according to your answers." The explanation is a little cryptic and long, but you get the idea.
Closing the door behind her, the receptionist promptly leaves to the other visitors in the lobby. You relax in the giant comfy chair, letting the excitement and nervousness wash over you. It helps that the carpet and walls of the room are solid colors, as it distracts you less from your bubble of focus.
Not too long after you settle down, the examiner comes enters the room and smiles warmly. She's a human, slightly shorter than you and very slim. Her brown hair falls to her shoulders and her turquoise eyes are filled with a calm happiness that seems to emanate from her.
"Hello. You're here to have your ticklishness tested, right?" You nod. "Of corse you are," she continues. Smiling at you, she makes her way to the chair opposite you and sits. A clipboard is held in her left arm, with a pen and a few sheets of paper. Looking through them, she says "I'm going to ask you a few questions. We simply want to make sure you're comfortable. First of all, your age?"
"Fourteen," you answer. Dragons always strike out at a very young age, which seems an odd practice but too deeply ingrained to change.
"Mm-hmm. And where were you born?"
The questions carry on like that for a while, personal but unrelated to tickling. Slowly though, the questions become things like "Have you ever been bound while being tickled?" and "Have you every tickled someone else?" (the answer to both of them being yes). As the examiner nears the part where your test begins, she gets up and moves over towards the examination table.
"Alright. Well, according to these results you are hyper ticklish all over, no one spot being less ticklish than any other." This is true: the slightest touch anywhere causes you to burst out giggling, and you have no preferences as to where you are tickled.
"Okay then, if you could please lie down we'll begin with the next part of your test: the examination." She says it with a look of absolute calm, which in turns helps settles you a bit. Walking over, you stretch yourself out on the table.
The examiner locks your feet in the stocks, then uses the same key to shackle your wrists. Even your wings are pulled taught by the restraints on either side of the bed. Once finished, you are spread taught out open and exposed on the examination table, with your arms high above your head. Your ankles are locked in the stocks far away from each other, exposing your thighs and knees. Defenseless much?
"Now I'm going to tickle you all over your body for ten minutes," says your tester. "If the data I get is insufficient, the process will be repeated. If you truly are unable to endure any more, yell mansion." And with that, she starts reaching for your...
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