You, being tied up at tied against a small pink chair, your knees digging against the table, the chair—and table were WAY to small for you. You muffled a protest, but tape was over your mouth and not much you could do.

You leaned against your chair, sulking about your situation. You glanced around, seeing a pink like room. You heard an almost distorted robotic like voice:

“Heheh! Ooh! I new play mate?!”

She squealed excitedly and rushed over. Her skin was pink, and she had a large bow on her head and a pink key like staff.