You're vaguely aware that you're awake, but you're not one to rush out of bed yet. Where's the hurry? There's probably still some time before lunch - not that, with your parents out of town, you can't have lunch whenever you want -, and maybe you can go back to sleep a bit. Just shift into a more comfortable position...
*What?* you think to yourself, when something stops you from doing that. You try your hands, and you realize both of them are above your head, and you can't move them very much. The same thing with your legs. It's almost like...
"Good morning!" you hear a voice. She sounds familiar...
"V- Valerie?"
"Hi." She's sitting on your bed. "Did you sleep well?"
"Valerie, why the fuck am I tied up?"
"Oh, yeah. That. Don't be mad..."
"HOW SHOULD I NOT BE MAD?"
"...I just wanted to tell you something."
"AND YOU HAD TO TIE ME UP?"
"Well... yeah. So... we're going on a date."
"What? No."
"See! I did have to tie you up."
With that, she nonchalantly throws the blanket off of you. You sleep in your boxer, plus you're eighteen, and it's the morning, so... you're sure there's a lot she can look at. What you didn't expect was the touching. Your feet, specifically.
"So I talked to your friend Nari, and she let it slip that you're veeeery ticklish," she says, as she drags one finger along the arch of your feet. "So... I'm going to tickle you, until you say yes. One last chance before that starts. Will you go on a date with me?"
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