"Let's take a look at those bunny feet of yours," she nearly whispers. She sits down at your feet and examines them for a moment. Her cruel claws reach out, hovering around your poor paws.
"I'm not touching you!" she sings. You squirm uncomfortably, breathless. Her claws start to contact; one here and one there. Quick, gentle pokes cause your feet to recoil every which way, so sensitive to the coming torture. Short, wining chuckles escape you.
She pushes one foot up by the toes and smugly rakes her nails across your instep. You shake them off, but she pushes your foot up again and repeats. She scrapes across a particularly sensitive spot right above your heel, which makes you grit your teeth.
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