Oriana's large, sensitive soles hide beneath layers of street-worn shoes and socks, ripe for a tickling. She's no fan of the tickle trade, but here she sits, abandoned in the hot seat, her protective boyfriend nowhere to be found. Laughter erupts, raw and untamed, as if it's her first time; a tickle hell she can't escape.

Oriana's large, sensitive soles hide beneath layers of street-worn shoes and socks, ripe for a tickling. She's no fan of the tickle trade, but here she sits, abandoned in the hot seat, her protective boyfriend nowhere to be found. Laughter erupts, raw and untamed, as if it's her first time; a tickle hell she can't escape.