No-one

Willow looks down at you aghast and then laughs. “Poor Puppy doesn’t want to play and be petted.”

“Doesn’t want to be touched by us?” says Tara, her head poking over the side of the bed to stare at you. “Poor, poor Puppy, never any release for him, but more tantric magic for us.”

“Okay, Puppy,” says Willow, “do you really want it that way, where no one can play with you...” her fingers run along one of the ropes that have you tied to the ground, “including yourself.”

“While Willow and I get to do all the playing? Wouldn’t Puppy like to join in?”

“Last chance,” says Willow, pushing herself off you and getting to her feet.