As soon as you step into your office, you put on your noise-cancelling headphones... because you can forget about any pleasant through-the-door introduction. You've got ten girls comfortably but securely restrained in molded foam recliners, their bare feet sticking straight out and secured by stocks extruded from the same material they're sitting on, everything tailor-made for the occupants. The furniture, assuming even the most intense session, won't cause your captives any distress.
All ten Senshi in a semicircle, barefoot, ready to be tickled: that's the good news.
The bad news is, they're all steamed, and not very delicate in the demands and sharp words they're heaping on you. Since you had the presence of mind to bring hardware for that, you can't hear a single thing.
Mercury, Saturn, and Chibi Moon seem to be on lowest boil, calmly questioning rather than shouting... the last two perhaps secretly glad they've skipped a few years ahead, physically.
Venus and Mars appear to be offering the most verbal abuse, judging by the speed their mouths are moving at. You don't make any effort to pay attention to what they're saying, but you imagine it's unflattering.
Moon's running her mouth as well, but you can read her lips enough to know that she's only mad about not being fed yet. Fair enough... you should have something sent in by way of refreshments.
Jupiter and Uranus are red with fury, struggling to rip free of their restraints - no chance of that, but you'd hate to have to deal with them if they got loose. Once they realize they'll never slip their bonds, they may start spitting. Watch out for that.
Neptune and Pluto are the most unsettling, fixing you with icy stares and channeling their wrath through their eyes. Neptune is likely thinking what a déclassé specimen you are, and Pluto is just... sizing you up. She's the really dangerous one, you decide.
You already expected these reactions, but you're pleased that everyone's behaving as you predicted.
You stand and wait for the Senshi to calm down before saying anything. That takes several minutes, and you calmly look each of them in the eye while you wait. It's tough to decide who you're going to start with first.
"Ladies," you begin, after they've quieted down and you've taken off your headphones. "I am your host, Johnathan Chambers, and I'm sure you're wondering why you're here..."
You're cut off again by shouts, jeers, voices raised in question, and a few muttered curses. After the headphones, these girls are loud! This time, you endure it. They finally shut up, and you slide right in with the sting.
"...and the simple answer is," you say, interruption ignored, "that you're here to be tickled. For my amusement. That is all."
Mercury and Saturn look baffled, asking the Senshi next to them if you actually said what they think you said. Venus and Mars start struggling to escape. Jupiter and Uranus openly mock you. Neptune yawns. Pluto looks transcendently nonplussed, beyond even contempt. Moon and Chibi Moon just scream.
"Would anyone like to sacrifice herself to my whim if it would mean sparing the others?" you ask. Not that they aren't all going to get tickled, but you prefer tickling the really selfless ones first.
Having made your offer...
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