Myranda begins torturing you.

Myranda sits comfortably on your chest, and her legs snake around your neck.

"The fun begins," she murmurs as she begins to squeeze.

Soon you are batting fruitlessly at the girl's thighs, unable to get free.

"Please..." you beg. "Please...let me go."

Myranda smirks and pretends to consider.

"I might...if you do something for me."