Colette softly chuckled at the tickle, rubbing her hand in motion along with it. "I can hardly remember whoever it was in there last. The business man from New York, or the lady with the broken down car. Well, it hardly matters, doesn't it?" Lady Colette softly burped again as she laid back in the chair, the wooden frame groaning from her immense weight, but fortunately the furniture was all fortified for it's mistress' mass.