"Oh, that's great! The name's Sasha, by the way." She says shaking your hand. She takes you up the stairs, and through a long hallway.
"My room is just down here!" Sahsa exclaims.
The hallway is lined with redwood doors, all with some sort of combanation of letters and numbers. She leads you to a door that reads, "D3E4".
"And this is my room, c'mon in!" The tiger pushes you in.
It's a nice sized room with a smooth light blue tile flooring, and similar colored walls. The walls are lined with cabinets that hold a multiude of instruments for tickling. What catches your attention is the device in the center of the room. It is a chair that leans back; is lined with belts, and at the foot of the chair is a set of stocks. You approach the chair, inspecting the seat and belts.
"You like it? I had it custom-made. Now, ready to start?" Sasha asks.
You nod as you climb into the chair. She holds your arms up, bending them at the elbow, they are strapped in by the wrists. Next came your chest and waist, which were secured with belts. Finally, she straps in your legs by the thigh, and locks your feet into the stocks.
"There we go, all strapped in! Now, I have a few tools they gave me. Which one should I tickle you with?"
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