Walking casually into the the tower, Silva and Sareth glanced around, inspecting their would-be tickle arena. Seeing as to how the other their opponents haven't arrived yet, the huntress and demoness started to discuss their strategies, deciding on their would be opponents.
"So my dear huntress, I heard that our two tickle toys are humans, one a extremely hyperactive schoolgirl, and the other an old maid. Since I am such a generous demoness, I think I'll let you pick who do you want to tickle." Haughtily, Sareth mock bowed to the huntress, who was giving her a cold glare.
"I'll take on the cheerleader. She won't be able to sway one with an iron will such as mine. I should be able to catch her though, unlike you with your clumsy movements."
"Hmpph, that just means that I'll get the maid to play with. I can't wait to feel how ticklish she is underneath that dress of hers. What kind of enticing giggles will she produce for me..." Giggling to herself, a dark look fluttered across Sareth's features for a second, before being replaced with a sultry smile.
"Whatever. Let's just go to different locations. I don't want to be hindered down by you. And remember demoness, there are various items in this tower for our disposal. Be sure not to lose." With a turn of her head, both of them parted ways, Silva going to the 2nd floor, and Sareth heading to the third floor.
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