Nyna slowly tickled out of her mind!

Nyna can't cover one foot with the other--it's too far away. Her toes are bound, and I've just told her that I'm going to start soft, but by the end, she's going to be thrashing! She begins whimpering when she feels the feathers slowly tickling the soles of her feet; she giggles with the soft makeup brushes begin their whisper-light touch on her arches, but then the bear- claw like backscratchers come out, she starts full-on laughing and flailing! It's a slow-building torment for poor Nyna, and it's just getting worse all the time!