Taken to your cage to think about spilling the beans

The lead Pyrot orders the tickling to stop. You gasp for breath. You have never laughed so hard in your life.

"I will give you some time to think about this," the lead Pyrot growls at you. "Until you talk, we will continue torturing you."

You feel the sand push you back up to the top. You feel embarrassed and vulnerable when you realize that your swim trunks, which were made for a man, start to fall down. With some difficulty, you try to simultaneously cover your breasts with one hand and hold up your swim trunks with the other.

"We have clothes for you in your cage, lassie," the lead Pyrot tells you. "Guards, take her away!"

Take her away? This is insane, you think to yourself.

You are escorted to your cage. You wonder what sort of clothing awaits you in your prison.

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