"Ex..Cuse me?" You ask, a bit confused by her statement. She stares back at you with her dark foreboding eyes.
"I can see that the Queen hasn't explained it to you. Very well, I shall in her stead." The girl moves over to the large bed and sits on it, one leg proped over the other. "You see, our Queen rules a free land, and as such she has, well, tastes off the beaten path. She enjoyes being tickled, as it makes her laugh greater than any joke or fool in any land. But sadly, not many are skilled in the art of tickling, and the Queen would not waste her time on amature entertainers. So the ticklers must tickle me first, and if they pass the Queen's test, they may tickle her."
It was very odd, you must admit, but a new more pressing question comes to mind. "What of those who do not pass?"
The woman smirks and looks at you deviously. "Those who fail to entertain the Queen by tickling her, will entertain the Queen by being tickled BY her."
Ouch. Looks like the stakes were real high for you.
"There's no backing out of this, huh?"
"Observant child. There's no turning back now." The woman says, before laying back down on the bed. "The Queen will be here soon. Come here now and use my scarves to restrain me." Not seeing a way out of this, you wander up to the woman ready to do your duty. Before you do anything yet though, she has a few more words. "You may use the scarves to restrain me however you see fit. Just thought I should tell you."
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