No more tiles.

You remove all the tiles, to find the floor painting: the lady is wearing a red bikini, still holding up the vase.

"Tell me where the key is, or else." you say.

"I will not tell you!" she responds.

You walk over to the table in the corner of the room, and look at the objects on it. You find a jar with a strange pink liquid, many jars of paint, and a large brush.

You take the brush, move to the center of the room, and begin running the brush over the painted lady's bare stomach.

"Hehehe-Stop! My stomach is hehehehe my most ticklish hehe spot!" she says, giggling.

"Where's the key, then?" you ask, tickling her sides rapidly.

"No-hahahaha I cannot hohoohoho say!" She titters.

Seems like she needs some more persuasion...

Written by Anonymous

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