You arrive at the captain's quarters to find out more about where exactly you are. He is sitting at a big table next to a girl wearing nothing more than a bikini and a set of T-cuffs. Her arms, however, were currently free.
"This is the one who fought against the reavers with us. He is the reason any of us are alive" He says to his slave who looks you up and down with a smile.
"I was just thinking we were screwed either way and you all were at least more civilized." You respond.
"So what brings you here?" He says as he pours a drink into three glasses.
"I just wanted some information on were exactly I am." You say. He smiles and begins to tell you the tale.
"You are in the realm of Tickle-Romania, A dream land where the main obsession is tickling. Our main energy source is the laughter of our slaves." As he says this, he tickles the side of the woman next to him. She falls to the floor in a fit of laughter.
He continues, "We don't know how this place got here, but our scientist in Ticklekingston, the capitol of Tickle-Romania, have concluded that this world must've been dreamt up by someone. It is he sworn duty of the political leaders to find this creator."
You are blown away by this. Remembering the reaver from earlier, you ask "What happens when someone respawns?" You ask.
"They're transported to a realm parallel to this one. It is the same in every way except that the women are the ones who put men in tickling slavery. It is called Tickle-Womania."
"Clever." you say sarcastically.
"Yes, quite. When men die here, they are transferred to the other realm to become slaves themselves. Once a slave here is tickled to certain point, they respawn to become the owners. Fair is fair."
As the captain's slave gets up, you notice her boots. Like the T-cuffs, they have a brass finish. You wonder what they can do.
"What's she wearing on her feet?" you ask. The captain smirks while his slave looks at you in fear. He presses another button on his watch and she immediately falls to the ground in a fit of laughter.
"The scientists really are amazing here. These boots conform to the shape of the wearer's foot and customly tickle the victim in the most effective way possible. Plus, it's powered by the laughter of its victim, so it'll always run."
"Can I get a pair for Jenna?" You ask hopefully.
"We'll see when we get to Ticklekingston." He says smiling. Your fantasies of remotely tickling Jenna with a pair of magic boots were suddenly interrupted by a scream coming from the bottom deck. You and the captain look at eachother.
"Jenna!" You both yell. You bolt down to your room to find Jenna...
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