You nod and speak. "Furry, please."
The creature nods at you. "Very well, through this door." It leads you to the door on the right, Then slides a key card through a slot near the door.
The door slides open with an audible clinking noise, revealing pitch darkness beyond. You walk inside and the door slides shut with a clang.
"Wh-who's there?" asks a timid female voice. The lights suddenly go on in the room. The room is plain and built of grey stone blocks, as one would expect a dungeon room to be made of. In the center of the room is a soft, plush recliner with some leather restraints on it.
Sitting in the recliner is a white-furred mouse. She's about four feet tall, with tiny C-cup breasts and smooth, shapely legs. Everything about her is petite, from her waistline to her arms. She's dressed only in her bra and panties, the restraints around her wrists and ankles keeping her in the chair and preventing her from removing the blindfold she's wearing. What can be seen of her face reveals a sharp cuteness about her.
The recliner's set back, allowing free access to her little pink feet, and her restraints place most of her body in the same accessibility.
"Wh-who's there?" She squeaks again, her tail curling against her small body. She sounds scared. Maybe you should take off the blindfold so she'll be a little calmed.
Or you could jump right into the tickling, allowing her anxiety to boost her ticklishness.
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