<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Milly</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13870</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">pic</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/milianne4_zps6894e601.jpg)</div></div><br/>"Nya! But..." Oh what a butt it was... Still, there had to be some way she could get out of this situation she was so desperately wanting to see to its natural conclusion. Then it occurred to Millie. The entire problem that had brought her here in the first place was her answer to getting out!<br/><br/>"Nyaaa! I'd like to Bill," she opened with a smile, "but it wouldn't work. See this bikini is cursed and I can't get it off in the first place. Sorry about that, but see for yourself." She took a triumphant tug at the knot on the top to demonstrate, and...<br/><br/>"NYAAAAAA!" For of course the accursed knot immediately came loose and just to add sexy insult to sexy injury the knot tying the back of the bikini top magically undid itself as well, leaving the garment lying there on the floor and Millie's lovely feline boobies open for public viewing. "Um... well... maybe not so much..." she explained red-faced. "Um... though now that you've seen them... Um... That's enough right? Or maybe if you touched them... NYAAAAAAA! What am I saying! I didn't mean you should touch them I meant you should lick them.... NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" She twisted her tail again as she realized that her mouth was as undependable as her clothing in this regard.