Eventually, Laranelle talks

You start off slow.

The feather duster dances across Laranelle's sides, down her legs and across the small of her back. It plays under her arms, across her bottom, even against the soles of her kicking feet. First you drag it gently across her skin, flicking the feathers back and forth, giving her time to get nervous. Then, you start to speed up.

You hear squeals of protest turn to giggles, and then laughter. Howls of outrage turn to pleas for mercy as you gently stroke her naked skin, brushing her neck, lightly flicking her nipples. It's not until you spread her legs and spent a few long minutes tickling her pussy that she surrenders to you.

"Eek! No! Stop! Stop! I'll talk! I'll taaaaaalk!"

"Wow, you don't like having your pussy tickled, huh?"

"Shut up! I hate you!"

To punish her for that outburst, you spend a while longer stroking her between the legs with the feather duster before you finally let her confess to you. Apparently there's a secret garden somewhere, known only to the sun elves, where they gather and talk of private matters that no outsider is allowed to know. A few more tickles and she gives you the exact co-ordinates.

The instant she gives them up, there's a thunderclap and you hear Etherial's voice speaking to you from a cloud. "Laranelle! You have violated a sacred oath! I hereby strip you of your sacred dignity, and curse you with a terrible punishment!"

"Wow," says Flora, looking over from where she's being tickled by Daisy. "That's pretty rough."

"You too, Flora."

"Come on!"