You hesitate on the threshold for a few seconds, but then the rat's squeaky laughter reaches a new high, and you decide to help him out. You burst into the room, and, without a clear plan, energetically squeeze the mink girl's sides. Her short fur is incredibly soft -almost as soft as her surprised laughter-as she seems to seize up and sink to the ground, back resting against your shins. Your dexterous paws persue her soft belly every inch of the way, and she shakes in silent laughter, bunching into a fetal position on the thick carpet to escape your probing fingers.
You always keep your paws on the move, remaining one step ahead of her swatting hands as you look for something in the room you can use to fully decide the encounter, prodding at her ribs, squeezing at her sides, poking at her belly, and what other tickling tactics you can think of on the spot. You notice a small, elaborately carved table next to the stocks, positively loaded witht tickle tools and other goodies. Seeing one that looks particularily helpfull at the moment, you snatch up a pair of richly padded leather handcuffs, with a pair of gloves attached to the rim of each loop. Kneeling down, you keep her occupied with one hand worming around in her underarm while you slip the cuffs on her with the other.
A number of hooked ropes hang down on the periphery of the room, and you tug one into useful range, risking leaving off tickling the mink, but figuring she is still too busy giggling to pose much of a threat. You hook the chain up to her 'cuffs, noticing that the built in gloves fit over her paws, preventing them from touching anything.
"Hee-hee-hee! No fair! Hahaha... You took me by surprise!" She giggles beautifully, trying to rise. The rope attached to her paw-cuffs leads through an eyelit in the ceiling, and from there to a winch on the wall. You start pulling away at it, quickly raising her onto her paw-tips."There! Now then, where..."