You halt your frenzied tickle attack to give Laura breath enough to submit.
You slowly run the tips of your forefingers over her chest, "I'm waiting," you taunt.
Breathless, Laura begins to stutter, "I was sp-sp-spying ..."
"Go on," you prod, sliding your hands back to her armpits, shiny with sweat. Laura pants and squeals.
She narrows her eyes malevolently. "I was," she halts. "I VARUM EXI ...!" Cleverly she takes advantage of the respite she's been given and begins to chant a spell!
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