Valentina's fishnets are removed, exposing her smelly and soft size 7 soles. I have her lay facedown and graze my fingers over her tender tootsies....she doesn't hesitate to erupt into pure hysterics! Valentina tells me that she can barely handle getting a pedicure. I use this statement to my advantage and whip out my feather, using the quill to torment her poor ticklish feet!