Come back with a surprise for Hannah

You duck into the biology classroom next door, collect a few things and return to the room. Hannah's looking very smug, and a few of the girls are lining up to test the jumpsuit for themselves and ask Hannah if they can buy some. She smirks as she sees you come back in.

"What's the matter, Daisy? Haven't given up yet? Back for another futile try?"

"Yep."

"Don't you understand it's no use? This time, I've defeated Raider for good. I've finally proven that women are smarter then men!"

"No argument from me. Raider would have never thought of this."

"Thought of what?"

Casually, you pull out the neck of Hannah's jumpsuit and dump a handful of small fluffy objects down into what would be her cleavage if her tits weren't so incredibly small. They're like little wriggling cotton puffs, each about the size of a walnut. For a moment Hannah just looks confused, and then her eyes widen.

"Eek!"

"There we go."

"What did you just - hey! Stop it!"

"Underdark tickle bugs. The drow use them to **** their victims. Just one or two will do, if they're kept in a confined space. They feed off girl-giggle energy, and they breed incredibly quickly. I bet you can already feel them multiplying."

"No! Listen, hey, this isn't - stop! Wait, it..."

"Tickles?"

"Eeeeeek!"

"They gravitate to sensitive spots. You know, the soles of the feet, the underarms, the nipples, the vagina..."

"No! No no no!"

"And they sit there, bristling with tiny fuzzy feathers, vibrating like crazy, tickling the poor girl for all she's worth. The more she giggles, the more they multiply and the harder they tickle her. That's the real ****, trying not to laugh, knowing that if you do you'll just be tickled even more..."

Hannah is dancing back and forth, swatting at her jumpsuit. You can see movement underneath her clothes, soft little shapes running up and down her legs and making the fabric flutter over her breasts. She slaps at her chest, trying to get it to stop, her face going red with the effort of not laughing. The other girls have taken a few steps back, suddenly much less interested in buying jumpsuits. "I - eeehee - I can't get them out! What have you - eeeek! Stooohohop!"

"Aww. Do you not like having your tits tickled, Hannah? They say flat-chested girls have really sensitive nipples."

"Shut uuup!"

"They're fond of dark, confined spaces. Like the inside of clothing. So you can get rid of them. All you have to do is..."

"No!"

"Enjoy being tickled, then."