"Right this way sir,"

the butler says. You follow him through a few hallways until you enter a room that looks similar to your living room. You look around and spot someone sitting on the couch, a cup of some liquid in hand.

"Hello," she says in a Russian accent. "My name is Natasha, and I've been expecting you."

"Really?" you ask. "Well, then you must know why I'm here."

"I do," she responds, "but do not think that I am going to give you the information that easily."

You think of your encounter with the Pyrots, fearing the worst. "Well, then, lets get this over with."

"Tis what I like to hear. Wyatt, leave us!" Saying that, the butler walked to the exit, closing the door behind him.

You start to think to yourself as she stands up. Obivously, based on your past experiences she meant a tickle fight. You begin to plan your attack, deciding whether to go to the belly, the underarms, or to the feet first.

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