Freshie is locked in cuffs, squirming in her bondage as the tinies I've collected run frantically on the table below us. I have put together a delicious spread for her to consume, and it seems she isn't very thankful. She believes that tinies should be left alone, that they deserve to roam freely. To be our friends, and not our food. I'm convinced she simply doesn't understand how delicious they are. You will take the perspective of multiple tinies that are meant to expand Freshie's pallet. Though I can't help but gobble up and taste one or two myself to show her how it's done. I'm going to... Show more