Maria’s the kind of girl who keeps it together, sweet, shy, with that girl-next-door act nailed down tight. But get near those soft soles of hers, and the whole thing falls apart. That laugh of hers isn’t just shy, it’s desperate, spilling out like a secret she never meant to share. She squirms, twists, but there’s no escaping it, no way to hide how ticklish she really is. You can see it in her eyes, she hates it, but somewhere in there, she knows she’s trapped, and maybe that’s the part that scares her most.

Maria’s the kind of girl who keeps it together, sweet, shy, with that girl-next-door act nailed down tight. But get near those soft soles of hers, and the whole thing falls apart. That laugh of hers isn’t just shy, it’s desperate, spilling out like a secret she never meant to share. She squirms, twists, but there’s no escaping it, no way to hide how ticklish she really is. You can see it in her eyes, she hates it, but somewhere in there, she knows she’s trapped, and maybe that’s the part that scares her most.