Tickle Me?

"Tickle me?" you ask.

"Correct," the women say. The vines drop you.

"You are the only person ever to get that right," one of them says. "Just last week a women came by, and she answered 'let me go' like a sissy, so we tickled her feet for a solid hour before we got bored. You can go now."

You run off into the woods, unsure of what is to come next.

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