Open the chest.

Treasure is pleasure. She grabs the front of the lid with one hand, and swings it open.

Unfortunately, her hand then sticks. The lid opens, and her arm is dragged along with it. Inside, there are no jewels or coins, but instead, a long coiled tongue and writhing tendrils. In a panic, she start to yank on her trapped palm, but to no avail. The tongue rises up from the chest like a snack, and it wraps around her upper thick, lifting up the very bottom edges of her skirt.

"G-Gross! Get away from there!" she demands.

She pulls with all her strength, but such a thing starts to diminish. Her grip weakens with the tip of the tongue starts to tease the front of her panties. Her body shivers.

"Oh~. I can't move. Let me go! Aah~!"

Trying to escape, her strength only saps further, as the whipping of the tongue against her underwear causes her legs to wobble. Her chest rises up and down quickly with oncoming heavy breaths, and still, her torso is jerked forwards thanks to the hand trapped to the opened lid. She's completely trapped and helpless. The warm, wet tongue slithers around her thigh and continues to torment her, but after a moment, it flicks against the most sensitive spot of all. Tavia clenches her teeth and holds back a moan.