Stacey's desire for the necklace overwhelmed her morality, plus she didn't really want to be tickled. She grabbed onto the necklace, and with all her speed and strength, pulled it from her hand. The chain slipped out of her hand easily, to both Stacey and the old lady's surprise. Stacey ran for the door, and pushed against it, but it was locked. She continued pushing against the door, in hopes that it would just open, but her desire seemed to die down, and she looked down at the necklace in her hand. Her morality was coming back, and she realised that she made a huge mistake, and that she should give it back and apologise.
Before Stacey could make any actions, she felt eight fingers probing at her sides. Shocked, Stacey raised her arms out and looked down at her belly, before the ticklish sensation hit her. She squirmed her hips and laughed, trying to pull away from the lady, but she was surprisingly strong. The Elderly lady wrapped her arms around Stacey's waist, and moved her to the away from the door, to avoid being seen. Stacey was about to open her mouth and say something, but was stopped by a finger wiggling its way into her belly button. Stacey bursted out into hysterical laughter, as a wrinkled finger wiggled around in her navel. The lady put her head against Stacey's side, and looked as she continued to toy with her tickle pit even more.
Her belly button was deep, but had a small circumference. She was incredibly ticklish on every little detail of her navel, but mostly at the bottom of it. This was taken advantage of by the Elderly lady, who had the tip of her finger pressed hard against it, while moving it around with her wiggles. Stacey couldn't take much more of this, she tried prying the hands off of her belly, or just pulling the finger out of her belly button, she tried pushing and kicking her away, but was too weak. She now realised that she would have to take the tickling, with hopes that the lady will stop fingering her navel, and move on.