Keylia's face was a mix of panic and disbelief. Tied to the bed, her high arches gleamed under the soft light, as if mocking her for not realizing sooner that they were her biggest weakness. The tickles landed on her soles, and the laughter poured out of her, unfiltered and uncontrollable, spilling into the room like a melody gone mad. The woman who commanded stage now had no control—not over her body, not over her voice, not over the camera that captured it all.

Keylia's face was a mix of panic and disbelief. Tied to the bed, her high arches gleamed under the soft light, as if mocking her for not realizing sooner that they were her biggest weakness. The tickles landed on her soles, and the laughter poured out of her, unfiltered and uncontrollable, spilling into the room like a melody gone mad. The woman who commanded stage now had no control—not over her body, not over her voice, not over the camera that captured it all.