Tummy Brushing

"How about hairbrushes?", the tiger asks. "Alright", you say. Then, the tiger turns the cheeta onto her back as she catches her breath. She can't say anything before you both start to brush her tummy like crazy. "NHOHOHOHOHOHOT MY TUMMY!!!!! EHEHEHEHEHEHNY THIHIHIHING BUT THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!!!", she begges. Then, the tiger, named Mike, saw her blushing. "Lisa, why are you blushing?", he asks. You both stop so she can get her breath and talk. "Well... I kinda... like to be tickled", she says. What should you do now?

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Give her what she wants

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