In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen
You beg and plead for the woman to untie you, not knowing where her allegiances lie. You promise her everything from wealth you power (and everything in between!). But the stranger only answers with a triumphant smirk!
She mutters something unintelligible and you feel your body begin to tingle. It strikes you then that this must be a 'tickle witch' a woman of great magic, who draws her power from the tortured laughs of her victims! You try and struggle free, but the feeling soon envelopes your whole body, growing and growing until you burst out laughing; unable to hold it in anymore!
"Who are you?" the witch asks in a sickly sweet voice as she kneels at your bare feet, brandishing unbearably well sharpened nails and flicks them lightly over your soles eliciting a sharp, tortured laugh from your helpless form
She mutters something unintelligible and you feel your body begin to tingle. It strikes you then that this must be a 'tickle witch' a woman of great magic, who draws her power from the tortured laughs of her victims! You try and struggle free, but the feeling soon envelopes your whole body, growing and growing until you burst out laughing; unable to hold it in anymore!
"Who are you?" the witch asks in a sickly sweet voice as she kneels at your bare feet, brandishing unbearably well sharpened nails and flicks them lightly over your soles eliciting a sharp, tortured laugh from your helpless form