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>"What is this?"
As soon as you open your mouth, you are startled by the sound of your own voice, now a high-pitched squeak.
You manage to get out a "what" before the creature grasping your thighs opens its maw and begins to speak. The smell is pungent: a raw mix of Funyuns and shame.
"I suppose you are quite confused, young lady. But first, let us get acquainted: I am ogre, and you are...?"